Porthole

Down...

39 degrees at 1:28 a.m. I took naps earlier but need to sleep sometime soon.

I'm deeply depressed. We'll see how that plays out. I feel paralyzed in some ways. Finished one writing on the 18th and the dishes are washed and I went out and actually cooked and ate. What more do I want? A life. A hug. A phone call or letter, messages and connections I'll never receive.

50 degrees at 12:34 p.m. I ended up oversleeping. The H2O is boiling. I do drink cold coffee but not right now.

Missed my friends this week. Should buy milk. Need to write something.

I need to not get too involved in the NCAA basketball playoff. Gonzaga, Illinois! and Michigan look like the real deal. Maybe Houston. Kansas is toast. Yes, it's my alma mater but they don't have an offense and this is not their year. Could struggle to get to the Sweet 16.

Among the women I'll take Maryland.

51 degrees at 5 p.m.

Looked at "Verdant Poetry Contest"  and started working on an entry. I should focus and finish so I can either enter as is or edit. I really don't have as much interest in contests this month. Journalistic Intentions took the stuffing out of me and that contest was the most important as I can use what I wrote to possibly make a couple trinkets.

Just a reminder that I'm behind in sending out postcards and letters. As I told Elle - on hiatus international mail should be okay soon if not now.

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