9:42 pm, March 4, 2009
I am at peace.
The anger has gone.
The well is showing of signs of dampness.
I feel like I am writing backwards.
I will post more tomorrow about how I got here.
Art is doing better. I can hear his sleep breathing, the fatigue loosening it's grip on him.
I am doing better. I can think.
For the first time in 8 weeks, I feel like it's gonna be OK. Like maybe, just maybe this is a journey worth taking.