Two social occasions just now of the Who's afraid of Virginia Wolf?-type. Here won't you paly this game etc. at one, and then at the other was even the announcement "I'm going to get our son, honey." Why am I here in this horror of one horror after another? I thought I was trying...am I going to die soon...
Jeff sez he's bringing me some bags of sand. And I planted the balm of lemon today. Saw 2 chipmunks...a cardinal. There is nothing, everything is gone.