May 28th, 2001

Roman

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I couldn't sleep. I felt myself drifting, a little, as I tried to lay still and give myself back to sleep but finally got up. My mind is on something I saw on MSNBC the other day, about two men lost in the desert, certain of death. One of them becomes desperately ill, the other is not much better. The ill man begs his friend to kill him and finally he does. He is indicted for murder. No easy answers to some of life's questions.
Roman

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Clothes and dishes are washing. I cleaned out top of a cupboard so I can put the comforter in there, in my bedroom. I have started some new giveaway boxes. So much clutter! It is so hard to face.
Roman

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Nineteenth. I keep waiting for the "visible difference" promised by the FIRM. I admit I feel stronger and more energetic. I weedwacked a jungle in my back yard today and it didn't even get me sweating. Not much, anyway. I remember when I had to break in the middle of such activities and come back the next day to finish.