I won't be able to write the recent posts I have written in my head, that I want very much to post, until I have slept - which I can't remember the feeling of ever wanting to do. I'm forcing myself to take at least one sleeping pill, and I'm working myself up to follow my old black cat's very softly-snoring example. - After I wake her up to give her her medicine.
Friday, yesterday for me this Sunday morning, was significant, and I hope that anyone who reads this post now will check back to that one when it soon exists. That day, Friday (the day after Thanksgiving), and the day exactly one year before it, matter to me in ways nobody knows.
Thank you. Good Morning.