750 words two years ago in These titles mean nothing.

was pretty miserable. It was too private and too self-pitying to put here. So I guess I should try to write an entry. Or not.

It’s a minute before 7 am and I’m still in bed. It’s the last Sunday in April and the sun is shining in the east windows.

We went to LaCrosse yesterday. Lunch at Fayze’s and grocery shopping at Woodmans.

Just got a message from my battery. I either have to get up and plug in or stop writing. Hmmm. Hard choice.