I woke up about 9:20 am, very early for me.  Went to the bathroom.  Turned on the radio, nothing worth listening to.  Turned it off.  Lay back in bed.  The phone rang.  It was Willow, she sounded terrible, could hardly talk.  She says she can’t walk by herself, sleeps all the time, is on so many drugs… has to sit in a special chair to take a shower… she is afraid that she doesn’t have much longer.  She kept saying she was sorry she got sick, as if she did it herself.  Silly wabbit.  We had our time together, dearest, and perhaps that is all Goddess will give us this trip.  I love you no matter what.  And I have already e-mailed Ivy as you asked me to.  I LOVE YOU WILLOW!!!!!

I had another chat on the phone with Mandi last night.  I think I do more listening than talking.  Maybe that’s what I’m best at.   for you too, Mandi.

I haven’t heard from Laura for a month or so now, I’m beginning to be worried.  LOL how many people worry about not hearing from their ex-wife?  Told ya I’m weird.  She’s one of my closest friends, and I still love her, always will, am weird that way.  I don’t stop loving people, and she didn’t stop loving me either.  Guess I’d better write her.

Too early to think of anything else.  I just wake up warm and fuzzy .  Xanga needs to work on their smilies, not that expressive.

Hugs,
Me