I will admit to being a late entry here. Much of the excellent writing from many Kossacks have mirrored my own thoughts, hopes and frustrations. Most of it has been better-written than anything I could dash off. I mostly lurk, anyway.
Also, I have been reluctant to talk about my problems, especially since the earthquake in Japan. Now, there's some people with problems which make mine look microscopic by comparison.
However, the main reason for not putting my thoughts down is, frankly, exhaustion. For about a month now, I get home from work only to roll into bed. I haven't been this tired after work since boot camp in the Marines. I've been to only three protests.
The strains are also making me sick. I'm going to have to move into a new house - the rent's gotten too expensive for me to afford it anymore, and Lady Black Brant had a badly broken wing some time back. It's hard for her to fly, let alone work.
But Lady Black Brant is worried about me.