9:30am

We're praying for Grandma to die. It's what she wants. It would ease her suffering. We owe her this kindness.

I feel like I'm under glass. The glass of a major league aquarium. Shedd size. A tank? And where I should be is just over the glass, in the water. My head is still pounding and pressured, but I can't get over there. I have no desire to.

(I need to quit sitting on my ass. I need to lose ten pounds. I need to exert this level of control.)