Day 77-----

The first day I forgot to write. I was drifting off to sleep, suddenly remembered and gasped awake (it was an extreme reaction). Jesse asked if I'd had a nightmare-- I paused then said yes. Mostly not true but kind of true cause I remembered in that half dream trance and it was unpleasant. He snuggled me up and it was sweet. So I wrote this in the morning. A fraud.

I've been filling my time mending this big hole-y blanket for bambi and I remember why I always start stitching when I'm depressed. It's a good antidote to the inevitable inability to read and write. But it may work both ways...