A day of quiet, enjoying the many flowers in the house…then a wonderful movie, true…”Still Mine”, set in New Brunswick…then home, feeling nauseous. Won’t allow that to happen, as then I would be into a second month of being sick…NO WAY am I on board with that. Then I think, “get over yourself. You’ve seen others and even yourself actually be really ill. This stuff now has all just been a nuisance, nothing more.” I always think maturity doesn’t come because you’ve aged, but because you’ve aged you’ve lived through more experiences and witnessed others going through some tough experiences, and it’s these experiences that create the semblance of maturity, along with some actual maturity, and age just happens to be the vector. Now excuse me while I dash…