RAGING INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Deep sadness over Diane’s death.  Then anger over my own continuing illness…three months of this, now stirred by my computer’s unwillingness to start. Like Diane, my computer won’t restore, and I am left beyond frustrated.

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Himself:  Still coughing but thinks he is going to live.  Wrapped Zoe’s B’day present, and played happily with the three BFF 12 year olds who visited.

Herself:  Miserable and coughing and wondering how much of my miserey is allergies.  G helped me rig a temporary brace, and the fancy new one is in the wash.  That might help.

Reading:  ”The Corner Shop,” a sixties pastiche of awakening.  Amusing.

Gratitudes:  Looked at motor homes and had a ball.