Blustery today with highs and lows and periods of extremely heavy rain. Not much sunshine to speak of but it's welcome none the less.I used to think there were worse things, but it turns out there isn't. Life goes on and I wish it would stop so I can pause to gather my thoughts, probably get a full 14 days solid sleep in and then step up again, fresh and ready to go. I nearly put ready for anything, but I dont think I'll ever be without the weather eye out again watching for the attack on my blind side, where all unexpected blows come from.When I wake up each day, there is a split second of sheer bliss before the memory clicks in. What kind of torture is that?