My faithful red friend was supposed to arrive yesterday. I’m very rarely late for it, but at least I can’t be pregnant as I still do not wish to have such a hectic lifestyle. When you have a kid, you automatically become a slave to that kid, and after having been a slave to my parents, those in Brattleboro, then Valleyhead, then jail, plus others along the way, I only wish to be a slave to Tom and myself from here on out till God gives ownership of me to someone/something new.

It looks like one of the outdoor palms might finally be growing, and so are two of the houseplants.

Been on a major roll with my story thanks in part to my love of writing and partly due to Mary’s inspiration. I have the rest of it all worked out in my mind. Once it’s complete, I’ll write a brief summary account of it here.