Today was a busy and OK day today. I went to church this morning and a elderly gentleman sat in the pew in front of me. He was by himself. In seeing him, I felt like I wanted to die because I felt sorry for him; and in thinking for myself, I could be just like that when I'm his age. He was hunched over and hard of hearing. He didn't seem to say much. I felt bad that I couldn't talk to him much.

I will be off from work next week. But I am not looking forward to it. I would much rather be at my job. I have some doctor consultations lined up for me next week to make a decision on what I have to do. I have been feeling so depressed about it, and been having bad dreams. I have to drag myself out of bed each morning.