If it's only for the weekend.

Bader.

My long suffering cat.Maximill.

Ever the dapper smoker.

My new hair.
And my tutu. You can't really see it but it's there.

Sometimes the end of a weekend can bring questions to mind you don't like to think.

Am I too old for this?

When will I just stop?

Why do I feel so left out when I've been so loved?

Where has the rest of my hair gone?

What time is it?

Life's questions will sometimes remain a mystery.