February 16, 2016
Iím worried about Michael. Iím worried that he needs more supervision, more support. The TV shelf is bending, even with two tops. I believe the grit on the wood floor is from me walking around with my shoes on. I will start taking them off at the door. That is all. Iím still thinking about the riveróabout its roll and curl. I feel a little empty, a little sick to my stomach. Maybe it is just the morning thing. I donít feel anxious though. Not like I do in Brighton. I sleep better here. The river is out there.