Look up, down, all around

So... good times. It is Christmas. It is cold.
My bones are achy and I feel old.
My 'celebrety' marrige is over; lasted all of a hick-up.
I am still living in the mountains with my animals.
I really dont know what I am going to do ... I could stay in my wilderness village and continue to commune with nature, or I could return to the metro city I once called home and re-allign myself with the smoke and fog of the city...
I suppose only time will tell ....

**over and out**
V