January 22
I think I know what day it is! I knew I had to get back from Vietnam in time to stare at the ceiling long enough so that by my mother’s birthday I would know the day.
I’ve been mostly just letting the clock catch up with me – have to go see Rome though! – and hopin’ to stay awake until dark. I’m due at Mom’s in a half hour so I’d better get going!
Lona, Windy, and I are taking her out for an overnight double double massive festivo. She’s 88 she’s 88 and we have to say everything twice. Everything twice. I’m already begging for mercy! Mercy!!