Another warm day in the low 70s. Wish it could last, but know it won’t. All good things come to an end. So tomorrow it will drop 5º, then another 10º the next day. I don’t know why. There are no storms on the horizon. Except for a wet December, it’s been a very dry winter overall.

I chatted with Maliheh a couple of times yesterday. She was in the orphanage till she was a year old. That’s pretty sad to think that no one gave a shit and that no one wanted her for a whole year of her life. It was bad enough to think no one that could’ve helped her gave a damn when she was homeless, but to be a baby left all alone in an orphanage with no one to care – that’s bad. That’s really bad.

She doesn’t even know her exact date of birth. The orphanage didn’t have that information so her mother chose May 13th because it was her father’s birthday. It was Tom’s dad’s, too. And Michael M, my high school music teacher I was once so into whom another student managed to snag.