The hurt in my heart when Charlie didn’t recognize me today. He asked for a business card. That hurt is evidence of my capacity for love.
All he has meant to me these past 16+ years.
Ice cold water. What a modern luxury to have in the summer. Until 100 or so years ago it was impossible.
A hot, humid, hazy day. Peak summertime: August.
I had $100 to send Amnesty International. Recognition of the terrible thoughts of torture and imprisonment I had in the hospital. That pain and fear and discomfort meant something.