I feel like I’ve come to the top of the hill and have begun my downhill sllde, the wind is at my back, gravity is on my side. The last traces of my pneumonia are gone, I haven’t coughed in five or six days, the death of Gus is receding, and I am reading books,  working with the refugee children and the Mansion residents, meditating and resting a bit.

Tomorrow, we have absolutely nothing planned, I hope to write about Easter, an important holiday for me, a time to consider rebirth and resurrection. I thank you for bearing with me. More tomorrow.