What a difference a year makes

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Hello everyone.

Here in my beautiful ugly,

indeed in all of,

La Belle Province,

we have very high,

Covid numbers,

scary,

this new variant.

So,

it will mean a very quiet,

Christmas.

Last year, was different,

I had lost,

my mom,

only three months,

earlier.

I had a relationship,

that was loving,

but, complexe,

and most importantly,

long distance.

It was a hard,

bleak Winter,

cold, lonely,

and invaded,

by renovation noises,

coming from upstairs.

I missed my mom,

thank goodness,

for my church,

my job,

and most, especially,

my friends.

This year,

I have my new home.

This year I have,

Catherine.

I had hoped for,

museum excursions,

and maybe even,

a weekend get away.

Alas, it is not to be.

But, I have,

zero to,

complain about.

I am loved, I love.

Friends, family,

a woman who is,

smart,

independent,

kind, fun,

she makes me laugh,

she warms me,

she teaches me things.

I love her,

quietly,

passionately,

holding her,

dancing with her,

I am filled with joy,

we don’t make each other,

happy,

we aren’t each others,

everything,

we add to each others,

happiness,

we choose,

each other,

and to be happy.

I feel like all,

the loving relationships,

I have had,

led me here,

to a mature quietly strong,

woman.

So, yes, I am worried,

about this Covid spread,

and I will miss,

being with friends,

and family.

I am home,

I am warm,

I have food,

music,

the PVR is full,

so are my bookshelves,

the people I love,

are safe and healthy.

I hope,

the same for all of you.

A safe and quiet Christmas,

and a healthy and happy New Year.

Be safe my dears.

Later girls,

BB