Waiting for the Advil to kick in. Two hours at the end of the driveway with the sidewalk chalk; everything hurts, but FEH. 80 years old, but I remember what it's like to be young; I remember all of that business - the courage and stupidity. Lots of trying and lots of tears. So I write them things to read on the walk home from school; today's was "Find something in the mirror that you like every day". Milos thinks I'm crazy, but somebody left me a flower in the mailbox. They picked it out of my garden to put it there, but what do I care? I put it in a vase on the dining room table.