Dear T it is almost the 25th of the month. You know that day bothers me every month. I suppose my going into an unwell place could have had something to do with that, but maybe not. I'm not sure why I went into that unwell place just that I was very sui and down and out. I am glad I am going to see you tomorrow. I know I am wishy-washy about it, but I am glad. Just to have someone--you--in my corner. Oh, and 210 days as of tomorrow.