Fraught

Haunted, as I periodically am, by thoughts of the genetic family. Two women at working dealing with their mothers deaths, one over, one approaching, and until today, for some reason, I never connected my current repetitive thoughts about my mother, and their concerns over their own. Seems so utterly obvious now, hard to understand why it was invisible to me before. Spent time sorting through old photos, and I will be doing my exorcism writing about them, as soon as I get the scanner out, and D gets it connected. This could get a little fraught. Apologies in advance.