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When it comes to living with my clinical depression, mornings are usually my most challenging time. I tend to avoid an afternoon siesta because waking up from one is like experiencing morning all over again.

After a few nights of mediocre sleep this week, I couldn’t avoid a siesta Friday afternoon.

Less than an hour later, I was having another “morning.” As I lay in bed with my eyes closed trying to talk myself into again facing the day, San Geraldo came running in from the terrace.

“I’m sorry to wake you,” he rushed, “But you have to see the rainbow.”

Thanks to San Geraldo, I was able to wake up where the clouds were far behind me.


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AND MAKE MINE A DOUBLE!
BIRDS FLY OVER THE RAINBOW…

When all the world is a hopeless jumble…

Lesbian Seagull

It’s been kind of a tiresome week, what with the stupid drug withdrawal and everything. But all is going as expected and getting better. I even went to the gym today. San Geraldo was my inspiration, which is extremely ironic since he once told me years ago mid-workout that if he died in six months he was going to be so angry with me for wasting his time at the gym. But, he’s a changed man… kind of.

I did manage to go for a couple of walks this past week. You might remember the recent post with bird ‘foot’ prints (click here). Here are some more images mostly for the birds.

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CORMORANTS (CORMORANES) ON THE ROCKS…
HEADING INTO PORT (EL PUERTO).
LA GAVIOTA LESBIANA?

“I know I can be strong when you’re with me” (well, you, and my lesbian seagulls).
In Spanish, Lesbian Seagull, would be Gaviota Lesbiana. Very lyrical.