After reading Ivan's last installment, and going through all this last year, I was keeping my fingers crossed he'd be getting some good news about this development. Looks like we didn't have them crossed tight enough:
He says so many things that I remember, and still, think about. How we'd been told it was all but gone, and then the vision blurred, Jules went in for a consultation, and we went and got very drunk.
Stuff like this begins to make you appreciate just how little time you have:
No-one has their future until it becomes their present.
Make something out of every day strength allows and do not look for certainty ahead because the only certainty for any of us is the end.
I'm off out to get some fresh air before I start off again. Maybe everything's getting on top of me again, or maybe this has just brought back some of those memories I've locked away for those quiet moments on my own. I'll be back after lunch.
