roamingaround

The sheets still have not been changed. Last night, I was wrapped in his. These things can't be explained.

This week's forecast: optimistic, with a chance of stupidity.

But I may be getting a visitor, and that will take my mind off these things---bring me back to center. Despite everything, last week was wonderful, mostly because everything seemed so fresh. New friends, warmer weather, and pills to cure me. I hope this week is made of the same simple delights.