Wednesday, April 13, 2005
I am waiting for Jeff to bring me my taxes. I hope I will get a good refund. If I do, I will buy a new bed, because my back hurts too much from this old one, and I am myself too old to suffer such indignities. The sky is bright blue and the sun is shining, and it felt good to stand in it. I am ready to go back to bed, soon.