I seem to have become a night person. I actally stitch at the machine late at night when before I would be reading, doing handwork, before drifting off to sleep. It's a diversion of sorts. I think one thinks if you are in constant motion, your head and heart won't grasp where you are at this moment, I, of course, sadly, know exactly where I am. Motionless, yet moving. The days are better now. My neighbors and friends want to hear that I fine, not that I'm not, I'm just different now.
I won't be returning to the clinic for awhile, if ever. They had to fill my position May 6, they couldn't hold it any longer, I understand. They have been very good to me.