drab, deep mauve

On the way back from the hospital on Monday I bought a fish, one fish, a sanma (pike mackerel). It cost me 47 cents.  How economical it is to live alone! That was tonight’s dinner, with brown rice and miso soup from a packet.  The cats hovered annoyingly.

Finished the Horney book.  I still haven’t figured myself out entirely (or even remotely), but I have figured out a few other people and that’s interesting.

My apartment is so hot the back of my neck is sweating.

I’m full of love, but afraid to put it anywhere.

Now I have some assignments so I am going to do my assignments.  I’m not sure why I needed to tell you that, or for that matter any of this.  I’m chatty. I like talking.  The snow is in big Seusslike clumps on the hedges, the sky a drab, deep mauve.