it's monday. i know this because the news lady just said it. i'll forget in an hour and come in here to check what the computer says, or i'll just ask kelli.

the cats are well.

i am . . . well . . . i am here. and that is what counts. i have to hold on to that, i keep reminding myself.

i have to cut my nails. they are way too long to type.

i should be keeping a daily journal. if for no other reason, then to document my lack of activity or growth.

i went to work on the manuscript of the thing about the hospital and i can't remember half the stuff i wrote down. it is new to me. my memories of that time have faded to the point where there is no point in continuing with it. i waited too long and lost it. that bums me out. i should have just done it while it was fresh. as my mom would say, what a pisser.