Enga mellom fjella

Bugs... squish'm.

It's important to find where they hang out. Vacuum, spray, squish. Whatever works.

Which reminds me of...

ME:

I'm fortunate that I don't have many enemies where I live. None that I know of in fact. No one bites me here; no one nibbles at my faults, reminds me of how unworthy I am.

I still do it to myself, of course, but less.

Today I had lunch with Joyce and two of her friends. Lovely, absolutely lovely... as my English friends would say. Today I'm having computer issues, but one word to Jeff and it may be taken care of tomorrow.

No one bites here.

I still have nightmares. Still get easily startled. But the present isn't compounding the wounds of the past. It's one thing to be bruised. They do heal, albeit slowly at times. It's another to keep banging away. Nothing heals.

I've found some bugs. I've squished them. Hopefully I won't get more bites. But if I do, they won't be as devastating as the wounds inflicted by mean people.

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