In your heart is the island where memories wash on the shore.

I can't believe it's already been nearly two weeks since I found out. It's nearly been a month since she actually died. I wish I could tell her that the Democrats are finally moving to impeach Fartface. I wish I could tell her that Parliament is back in business. I wish I could tell her about my friend's new springer spaniel puppy and how adorable he is.

Subject is from a poem that was written for Watermark by Enya, but the words didn't end up being used. I've always loved this piece of music, but I listened to it last night and burst into tears because it's so wistful. Then I looked it up and found the poem. It expresses a lot of what I've been feeling recently.

I'm spending my birthday on Saturday with friends and then Sunday with family to celebrate my nephew's birthday. Hopefully it will be a fun weekend.