Talking of the death of a mutual close-friend some twenty-/*odd/ years ago last night, I realized I'm going ON nineteen years alcohol-&-hard-drug free THIS year, NOT twenty [LOL / πΆ...].
Those first two years following her death remain a problem left partly blank on a pop quiz to myself.
And it's taken four years back alone to happen upon an old friend to remind me I still have a history worth working through here.


