Do you ever feel so hurt, so devastated, that you want to lay down, pull a blanket over your head and sleep for a week? How is it possible for us empaths to accept maltreatment and damage from those people who should love us, without collapsing into a puddle of heart-broken goo?

Without naming my relation, I’ve been driven to my knees by his recent insults over our governmental differences. How in the world can a disparity between political parties drive such a division between loving relatives?

No need to respond to this post since you’ve all done so on my blog of 27th July. Dad went to heaven last night. I thought that I’d done my grieving during the last few weeks of his EOL decline but I was wrong; still have a long way to go.

The terrible rift in the Republican/Democratic political parties, tearing the country apart, was briefly set aside this afternoon while the extraordinary hero, Captain Larry Taylor, was awarded a well-deserved Medal of Honour. Having been appalled by watching that exceptional tribute bestowed upon an unworthy recipient in the not-too-distant past, it was heart-warming to view the medal appropriately presented.

Is it just me? Am I getting too old to cope? StepTalkers, I’ve considered myself a bit of a computer guru since, for the last two+ decades, computing has been one of my favourite pastimes. I love nothing better than a good manual and am able to solve most internet problems with determination and those years of practice. 

However, last night, while trying to hook up my new TP-link AX55 router, I experienced such a mind-numbing, circular run-around that I ended up in tears of frustration and rage.