Journal

8/16/2020

The 15th was uneventful... until bed time.

He and I... exchanged messages. Passionate texts of what we hope to do the next time we meet.

When classes end, and the snow falls... our room will not be cold, nor will it be a silent night.

I feel bad for the other patrons who will be in the rooms surrounding ours.

Today, the 16th, it is quiet. But I am tired.

School start next Monday, the 24th, and I do not have my text books.

One text book is supposed to be available in a paperback, which is what I had ordered. The confirmation email referred to it as DIGITAL and then it was not listed in the shipping email.

There is still so much laundry to wash and fold before the day comes.

I'm worried for much. My chores. My studies. My lover. My job. My future. And even now. I'm worried about catching the virus.

I have asthma.
My mother fought and beat cancer, and is still on chemo pills (votrient) to prevent her from getting it again. Her immune system is not what it is cut up to be.

Even if it doesn't kill us, it can leave us with many debilitating illnesses that would render our lives painful and seemingly wrothless.

I hope all are staying safe and well.