Judith's thought-provoking soul-searching journal

I heard from my love tonight. He's in a dangerous state. I am afraid for him. His depression has reached such a low level I don't know if he will ever come out of it.

I'm groggy. I had such trouble getting back to sleep. Then I had dreams. Dreams of Dwain killing someone by accident, of running away, disguises (separate dreams), leaping over difficult obstacles to bring down the bad guy. What the hell am I doing in that kind of movie?

I am slugging around. It's time I made myself get going, get dressed, get moving. Almost ten! Sheesh. I heard from Jay, which was a wonderful surprise. I wrote to Ray, which was good for me. ANd I wrote to Mickie about a couple of things I forgot to do at work before I left.

still not doing much. I washed the car at a self-service car wash. I put laundry into the car. I am going to go to a laundromat, not the one here in the park. Maybe I can sit there and write. Or think.

I feel too tired to stay up. I am glad I am not in a play! I wonder if I could do that, night after night, morning person that I am.

Dwain dropped by just for a few minutes. It was good to see him, to feel him. It gave me some hope.