We ate the perfect avocado. I love it when that happens. The joy of life.
I sat in the sun for a few minutes. It was divine. I took a selfie. I look sick, I think. But I’ll get better.
Sometimes I’m coughing like crazy. I dread the night. I told Ming, I hate the night, the ordeal of sleep. I wish there was only day.
I told my friend I feel like a little shut-in. I said she should skype with me, and we laughed because she lives only a mile and a half away. I was having a coughing fit, and she was looking at me from across the room, sorry.