I get discharged after supper. I live alone . . . now . . . (since May 30, 2020.) I wish I was going home to my sweetie. He would take care of me. And he would love me back to health, as he did during past illnesses.

Somehow I will manage. I was lucky to have had the many years we had. I still thank him every day.

I mainly need to not stay home alone so much. I mainly need to go and be with people. But I'm so afraid of COVID. I have scarred lungs. It is a mystery! No doctor can explain why, except to cite that I had pneumonia 20 years ago.