Yesterday


I got my walk in. Made a trip to the hospital first
to see Gene. The doctors are moving him to a facility
that can treat his wound.

I sensed his growing weariness
with life. So many complications from his surgery.
But, he still has a good sense of humor and he's
strong-spirited.

Pulled into my driveway and noticed someone sitting
in a chair near the back door. It was D. Didn't need
to deal with D last night and the paranoia and the stalking
and the delusions, but actually, she listened to me
quite a bit as I discussed my father's death.

So out of it, so out of it.
Start my criminology class tonight.
Stats is going well but I'm getting confused.
It's so hard to focus.