I have a great deal (not allowed to say “a lot” – this is not good English) to think about at the moment. The results of some recent biopsies are hogging my brain time and that is not healthy. To top it all, I received the most appalling email yesterday….. I nearly fell apart. It hit me very hard before what’s left of my brain kicked in and I realised it was viral spam shite.
On days like those, I need to clear my head and rediscover my perspective. So BeAnne and I went for a walk on the beach. I didn’t take Loki because I wanted it to be simple – just my little friend and me.
BeAnne did some playing. She loves the water and dived into the streams that flow into the sea.
There was some running when I threw her a bit of dried grass. There weren’t any sticks about.
The waves were beautiful. Not huge but just right.
And so I did my thinking. I tried to put everything into the correct “sock drawer” in my head. I hope I succeeded as all I can do is wait really.
Walking on the beach is my idea of bliss. That and riding my horses.
BeAnne’s idea of heaven is swimming. She was very happy and loves it when it is just us together.
My little otter.
And now she looks like Dennis the Menace’s Gnasher!
Ho hum, what will be will be. I can’t change anything. I don’t want sympathy. I am just telling you what is going on in my life at the moment.
I think there might be more walks along here before I get the results. The NHS wheels grind very slowly and my over-active brain is over-thinking everything.