Stormy

It was a dark and stormy night. Ailz tells me winds in our area were running at 90 mph. Last thing before going to bed I read a chapter of Villette in which Lucy Snowe tells us how a certain shrieking tone in the wind invariably presages a death. No wonder I had bad dreams.  

Also I was afraid the bins would blow away.

Godspeed...

jackiejjhas died. She was the best of us. I hope her archive stays up because she was a lovely writer.
 
I won't mourn. I don't believe in death- except as a rigmarole one has to go through- like passport control. She's home now and probably designing herself little houses. She loved designing houses. 

She was full of questions about God and religion and life and death- and now she has the answers.