Back again

Ramble. That is what I do best these days. It is a while since I have written. Life goes on. Some good days, some not so good. Today is a good one. It is very windy which has been good for drying the washing but not so good for dry eyes.
I washed Poppy this morning so she smells sweet again. She has been busy chasing the cockatoos on the deck. Some of them are so tame. One sits by the door or at the window waiting for me to feed him. One naughty one ate through the washing line. They are cute to watch but can be destructive.Poppy is watching one as I write.
Today I feel good. Not so tired which is great. Monday was awful. I had a headache & felt so ill I slept all day. There is no pattern to this SS. My brother from England sent me an email & said he had looked up SS on the net.but he still does'nt get it. How can he? It is hard to understand.
I sent an invitation to a friend to come to Ed's sixtieth in Nov. She rang me as I had'nt heard from her for a long time & told me her son had commited suicide. He was in his early thirties. What do you say to someone in that position? He had been depressed for a long time but seemed to be doing ok.I remember the trouble she had getting pregnant & the excitement when she had him. It is so hard to understand.It is so  sad.
I am playing Michael Buble as I write. He has such a lovely voice.So soothing which is what we all need.
Back to work tomorrow & the whole cycle starts again.