May 13th, 2020

Ellen Ripley 2

"But it's too late to say you're sorry. How would I know? Why should I care?"

Today seems to have been the antithesis of yesterday. The weather was good, but nothing much else was. We made it to 84˚F, and it's still 75˚F.

But I accomplished nothing. I did eat. I had a short walk around the building. And all the rest is a blur. Yesterday, this whole thing seemed just at the edge of manageable, these days and days and days all bleeding together. I went to bed last night with something that was at least an illusion of optimism, and this morning all of that was gone.

Aunt Beast

4:27 p.m.