Rough Moon Rising

Difficult day today.  We had to do a little home repair yesterday (the toilet that was giving me lip the other week developed a leak), and of course, this being Oregon, it involved mold issues - and my lungs are delicate enough without the addition of mold spores, so there was a lot of coughing all night, and not much sleeping. 

By the time I finally managed to catch some sleep, my brain decided it was time to remind me this week is my Cancerversary (as if I was going to forget... ever), and run a series of dreams in which Roger and I kept getting turned down as foster parents because of medical unsuitability. (At one point, we got turned down as dog fosters because "well, you might teach them bad health habits."  My brain can be a bit of a bitch, frankly.)

I'm hoping that this gets the mourning out of the way for the year, but I'm making no promises.  I can see the next week being a bit of a bugger, frankly.  Fortunately, Mom (and Lili and Daisy) are due on Sunday, so there's something positive in my future. 

The one lurking in the corner?  That's the culprit.