"...Okay here's something nice"

There was just a knock at my door. One of my upstairs neighbors just wanted to look in on me,...I don't go out much. That, and she gave me a package that was downstairs for a few days. Little toy soldiers from a dear family friend. The plane a gift from cousin Natasha.

I thanked her for looking in. Since it got warmer my not wandering around is noticed. It's like my sister Sylvia said when I was feeling lonely not mattering. "...People think about you." Here online, and in the 'hood. "When they don't see or read from you they worry." I'm so fortunate. Toys cookies kind notes 'zine subs sharing cable channels books love from dear ones online, and in the flesh.

I suppose it could be worse...could be fucking dead. 'But I ain't,...yet.

I put my timeline at 6 months to three years tops.

Not too bad.