Nice but short

Just said farewell to my mum, who has gone off to visit her friend in Dundas before driving up north for a quickie visit with some family.

It was a good visit, with lots of food and time spent.

Short visits depress me sometimes. Feel a little sad. As is usually the case when you realize you're not going to see your family for another three months (or longer) -- and the inevitable fear that follows. After all, a lot of bad things can happen in three months.

Think I'll go wallow for a wee bit. Like, 15 minutes. Max.