In the past month, I've been reacquainted to Chris Wilson...my previous "randy", made some new friends, seen a belly dance, human sacrafice and scott's in the hospital with a coma.
I can feel old friendships dying. Neither of us are inclined to even talk much to each other. I guess there just isn't anything to say. I still tweet relevant stuff, but that desire to share everything, just left me. I wish I could sad about it, but all I feel is removed.
Like my mother. She's so disenchanted with life, I find it a burden to even talk to her. My only real enoyment is laying with Sophie as I read. Quiet moments with her warmth and devotion.
The healing of my foot has slowed down again, and I stay paranoid about infections. My sugar levels have been varying wildly, admittedly I've not been taking my shots immediately. I must stay on top of this, but again....feeling removed.
For my homework assignment in Astronomy, researched Europa scheduled mission in 2020. I'll be fifty years old.