Seem to be part of the club.

I have walked this corridor for two weeks visiting my mother’s sick bed. Late one night it was only me on the tired trail to the car.

I walk by these looming trees many times and the blackness of them a dusk is so powerful.

I took the plunge and cleaned a glass sculpture I made many years ago….in the dishwasher. Drying glass being the main problem of the dense intricacy of glass layers. It came up a treat.