Well, Shit.

Huh.

Well, 2021 was not a good year for my family's health. One person having severe cancer which required a double masectomy, one person losing her baby. Now it transpires that said miscarriage was a partial molar pregnancy, in which an egg is fertilised by two sperm. The placenta grows wrong, the embryo is not viable... but there is a possibility that some cells may remain to grow cancerous. So blood tests etc for the next four months. She mustn't get pregnant till she is discharged.

And here I am in my 60th year, a few bits here and there that need sorting.

For myself, can't complain really. Never know what will happen, but these years have been pretty if dramatic in places.

Life, you're a tough bastard aren't you?

Dream

Oh the dream, yes, I should write it down.

An unexpected hug in the dream. That was nice. Then being with people, a man declared he just wanted to walk. Then he wanted to run. Then we all started running only to discover we were being shot at; and the man was killed. I held him as he died, blood everywhere, and then I had to run myself.

But while I was scared, it wasn't that numbing terror, it was just a bit of fear. I ran.

And there was a dream after that, I think, but I don't recall it.