Patchwork Day

What a strange day.

Kent left at 4:30 this morning for Austin, Texas for a week. Why do airlines fly so damn early? I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I wrote a letter for a friend who is incarcerated (a long story that some day, I may tell to the world). I skipped breakfast - I just wasn’t hungry for some reason.

I had to go to the pharmacy. It was kind of a strange experience. I was standing in line. This lady in her early 20’s was standing at the register. The clerk asked her if she needed anything else. As she was reading this huge headline on People Magazine about the passing of Peter Jennings from lung cancer, she looked up and told the clerk, “Yes. I will take a couple of packs of Pall Mall’s please.” Kind of sad really. I guess the power of cigarettes is very strong, even when reading about cancer.

Later, I went into Hartford and got a hair cut. I stopped by my favorite restaurant on the way home for dinner.

It’s hot. According to my car, it’s 101 degrees, and very very humid. You would think I would be more bothered by it, but it doesn’t seem to bother me.

I’m just happy that last week is over with. It was an awful week for us. There are some memories that are awful to relive. Does it make me a bad person for not wanting to think of those that I have loved, and lost? Even that thought is hard to think about.

I ended a life today. On my way to my haircut, a bird flew into my car. I stopped. It was lodged in the front of my car. It was dead. It was apparent that it died on impact with my car. I lifted it out, and gently placed it in a grassy area away from the road, under a tree. I stopped everything for a moment to think about what had happened. I was sorry.

I think I’m having a problem with depression again. It’s hard for me to put two thoughts together. I’ll go to bed soon.