9/11 in Postcards 4
- Sept. 11, 2014, 11:45 a.m.
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2014 No fur.
2014 Selfie
Poor guy. I came home from work yesterday to find him in bed groaning to welcome me. He rarely gets sick, and I feel very sorry for him. He insists on taking me out to dinner tonight. What can I say. I’ll go, and he can eat soup. That’s no fun, but he insists.
- Himself: Yesterday slept all afternoon and night. Napping this afternoon.
- Herself: Maybe my last week’s IBS wasn’t. Doodling and writing. It’s still hot here, but hotter inland.
- Reading: Bolitho: Sloop of War.
- Balance: Not really but better.
- 9/11: Keeping the people in my mind on and off during the day. I’m not as overwhelmed by the day as I used to be.
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