It’s early morning, the trains are out, the sun is coming up over the powerplant windmills. That’s what Ming said. He’s playing with his phone.
I had fitful dreams and my shoulder hurt so I got up at 5am, done trying.
I seem to be coughing less. Maybe I’m getting better? It’s been a week since my chest x-ray and my doctor still hasn’t called me back. I’d like to fire her, but I don’t know a better alternative.
Think I left my favorite socks on the clothesline. I’m going to ask R to take them down. They’re a happy turquoise kind of color.
I need to make a list of all the changes I want to make in my life. Birthday’s a good time.