- I got a good night's sleep without a sleeping pill.
- Even Sketch slept in.
- Last night I got a wonderful call from my best friend in LA, the sister I never had, whom I've known since she was 8, the daughter of a dear late buddy. She wrote the songs for my plays Country Northwestern and Christmas at the Juniper Tavern, also a talent jazz singer and sings the songs at my satiric blog Sam Adams The Musical. She has an infectious laugh that always cheers me up.
- I feel I don't have to go in as early today. I plan to make everybody here breakfast.
- More when I get to the hospital. Yes, their wireless was down yesterday, hopefully not today. I want to hear whether or not she gets a defib and the schedule for getting her home.
- What a week.
"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
--Lew Welch