So, tomorrow will be something like 32 seconds longer than today was. Even 32 seconds is an improvement.
I am sick. I am not as sick as I was on Friday and Saturday, when I ached so badly I could feel the roots of my hair.
On Friday night I started a piece of knitting. I had not knit anything since returning from San Francisco. Perhaps it is not wise to knit lace when you cough so forcefully you see stars, but I think the work is error-free.
I am very weary. And very alone.
Somehow, it is nearly Christmas, and I only got about half my cards mailed. I feel badly about this, because I feel it is important for me to send them out.
I do not know where the month has gone. I feel I have accomplished nothing this month. I was even going to bake Christmas cookies.
I'm whining, I see, so will end.