I feel very tired today. I barely walked the dogs today. My eps (brought about by alcohol this week?) are bothering me, more as premonitions of how bad I am going to get it than anything. It seems like my end of life will be terribly tough. But I meet God every day!
The real thing is that I am adored. Oh, it feels so good, God. I was alway my mom’s favourite. She is full of crazy wisdom and innocence like I am. I think it is in this life that my dad will live until 101 years old. Don’t know how long mom will hang around...he falls on her nerves.