Ramona Mae

So the holidays are upon us. People on the roads are stressed and crazy, the clerks in the stores have lost the will to care and I can just feel all my hopes and expectations taking hold just in time to be disappointed by the way things actually turn out. Merry Christmas.

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A blog I follow linked to a blog she follows who shared this set of whacked-out, insomia-induced dreams. I can identify with the vibe of these reveries as I’ve had a few doosies myself from time to time…

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Yesterday was rough. Ramona had her regularly scheduled cardiology follow-up and I just didn’t have a good feeling about it beforehand. Her cold is still lingering and during times of activity her feet and lips have been turning blue. Not enough to warrant any action, just enough to scare me. And although I am pretty sure it’s just the cold, it was hard not to wonder if it might be related to her cardiac status.

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