Yesterday

Another sleepless night, Tuesday. I woke up at 4:45, felt sick & dirty, more dead than alive. (I also wrote Andy Morlock's Dead.) I stayed in bed until almost 6:00, got up & surfed the darkened seas until Trish got up, fixed her a breakfast of pancakes, then once she left for Pizza Hut took a bath.

Car-girl came at 11:00 to take my apples into the Food Bank. We'd picked 2 boxes & a bag's worth.

When I was home, I worked on my Aesthetics paper some, then assumed my position on the Captain's chair & zoned out to CDs.

Trish called -- Say Bra was helping her fill out paperwork for November, when she has 3 paychecks, which will hurt her SSI. She'll be getting a 2 week vacation.

So I had to meet her at the Iron Claw Credit Union. Saw Gail in line; Trisha just had a baby boy.

When we got home Trish & I went down in the basement for the evening, while she took a shower. We came back upstairs for me to cook a tuna noodle casserole, a staple from my college days.

Watched astronomy documentaries on History Channel until bedtime. Had a dream that I drank a can of diet pop, before realizing I have surgery today. I woke up, & there was Trish beside me.

Today Kim is back in town. I hope she stays away. Pressure rises, & you lose control... Trish, for all her faults, is a wonderful human being, & I love her truly, madly, deeply.