Too Tired to Write--or Call

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Just want to read and sleep right now. Sometimes everything else saps all my energy. Everything today being: playing with Punch, who came for a visit; getting along with H. in the face of stress; and fighting for what I know in my heart is right for our Figgy.

Am so far behind on phone calls, on keeping in touch. With my lovely old friend and boss, Ruth, who lives alone in NYC in an Upper East Side apartment and who forgot about our last date to meet, which isn't like her at all. She must be in her 80s now. With my girlhood friends, Lorraine, Fritch and Irene. With some of Dad's friends, who called when he died. With my cousins, who came to the funeral--I got their email addresses so we could plan a barbecue.

Also, I miss Dad. The door has slammed shut and I don't like it one bit. The shadows cast are long and dark.

Good night.

TCOY

1. Read.
2. Mass.
3. Walked Sug around block once.
4. Planted nasturtium seeds in pretty mixed brights and mahogany colors.
5. Spinach salad.
6. Wrote down something that hurt my feelings so I could clearly see it later.
7. Nap.
8. Washing my skirts so they're clean for tomorrow, especially the white Lilly one with little pink strawberries on it.