How easily I make friends... Well today I have plans with Noah- I think.

Speaking of friends, sometimes I really miss my friend Ken. We were so close- best friends. He died about 4.5 years ago of stage 4 lung cancer. They found it too late for anything other than comfort care.
He never smoked. He was about 60.

I guess Noah is scared to go. What else could it be? He won't take his cat to the vet- but that costs money; he has health insurance. *Sigh*. It worries me what little thing could turn into a big thing if he doesn't go- like Ken.

Today is the anniversary of the day I went inpatient last year, as near as I can figure. The anniversary of the awfulness that sent me down that self-destructive path. While the intensity has faded of the memory, I still worry about that. I don't want to jinx myself so I'll stop here.