Last night I slept like a log. I woke early, fiddled on some work and went back back to sleep.
I slept through three phone calls and roof repairs . I feel so different. Recharged.
I am giving English as a foreign language lessons to a neighbour. I so enjoy it. We have fun. I let him set the agenda quite a bit and teach him idioms, slang, and proper words and sentences too.
He makes good progresss.
Maybe I slept better because I poured my heart out to a friend of Mike. I told him all about the alcoholism. I worry so much about him.I don’t know if I’m indifferent or hate him. I loved him as I never loved anyone before.
So, I am considering linking with the local hospice so I can stop my lung medicine and slip away. My daughter has the opportunity to go elsewhere for six months after this is over. When that will be I don’t know.
I cannot live without seeing the sun in winter.
And Michael Ebsworth repeatedly crooned I’m never going to let you die alone. You and I are all I care about now.