Happy Birthday, BJ

Today my baby BJ would be 27 years old. But instead of celebrating, I am feeling blue. This is the start of my depression month.

I have been really tired lately. I am not sure why. I have plenty of energy at work, but when I get home, I am exhausted. The hot flashes are bad at night, and I am awake almost every hour. Maybe that is why I am tired.

I have been feeding the ducklings cracked corn. They are so cute to watch. They dive under the water at times, and sometimes just put their head under the water with their little butts sticking up. I had a nest of bunnies in my flower bed by the lamp post. But the day after I discovered them, they were dead. I haven't seen the momma, so I guess something happened to her. I buried the five little bunnies in the next door yard.

My patient Peggy Lietz passed away this weekend. She came to me when she found a lump in her breast. It turned out to be a metaplastic breast tumor, very rare, and very deadly. We were diagnosed at about the same time.

I am looking forward to the next shop hop.