I am in a slump of sorts. We still don’t know the date of Rob’s surgery to remove a kidney stone. We cleaned out the garage over the weekend, so that is done. I have doctor appointments in late April and early May.

After I posted yesterday’s essay, depression hit me like a ton of bricks. It was useful to me, though, in that now I know how closely tied I am to those that read me on a regular basis.

Writing is my earthly assignment, so I shall stumble on from paragraph to paragraph. I shall march the words, croon them or delete them and start all over again.

I need my readers; that came as a shock to me. After all, I am not writing in a vacuum.

Ask me a question, maybe. Suggest a topic. Whatever will be written will be written.

Vicki Woodyard