And so passes another black day

I’m rather glad to be heading back to work, and happy to see the 12th go. January is generally regarded as an off month in my family… January 12th, 1989 is the day my father died, as well as my parents wedding anniversary—what a peachy combination!

While I try to respect my families history, it’s also a matter I try not to dwell on for very long. *sighs*.