I feel vulnerable and frail this early am.
I was terribly busy yesterday and was almost nonstop from 830 till 5.  Traveling to and from...kufambafamba.
I felt like I could have eaten an army of men at 8pm, I was still hungry.  But am slowly losing weight, so am happy.

Cannot join Y for free, costs me $22.50 per month, not bad if I had reoccuring money.

Still waiting for an Elder to call me back.  i feel foolish for thinking $800 might come for my car, but that is Satan, as i do believe and trust my Shepherd.

Mary called yesterday, asking about my storage area and Bill and Luke would come and clear it for me, on Sunday.  Possibly.
I will know they are Christians by their love. . . . no one else!!  Not John nor Larry (esp) would volunteer to help...but Bill from Woodstock?  Maybe I should ask Don if he is willing to help.
It is a matter of unselfishness and their care that brings me to this point of sobbing.

I still do NOT know if I get disability, but I surely should have gotten it on the last medical reports.  My heart was very sick when I was taking care of mum.


I do not know why I am crying and cant keep it together.
Amyriad of things go through my mind . . .  Matt, Mark, Mary and Bill, Stephanie and I sob...sob about what is was and might come but have n oidea what this feeling is inside of me except some sort of dreadful // anticiaption.