"Our life was obscure, perhaps not so interesting to some, but for us it was a whole life. Sometimes challenging, yet I could feel my own evolution in slow, but real time. It was painful, as though scrubbing centuries of skin, ash, debris, from an unearthed vessel coming at last into its own."

Execution is aim. 

I could insert a list of troubles here, starting with my mother too dizzy to walk last night. But unless she's scuttling sideways when she tries to get around this morning, I am going to unblog all this.

I am awaiting 'trouble of the day' to arrive with increasing equanimity. I tried to kill myself and missed the shot. End of (that) story.