It seems I have some time to kill while I take a day of rest to recuperate
from the potential onslaught of a cold and a nasty sunburn.  So I attempt
to keep up this journal . . . what has become somewhat of a disembodied
project that I halfheartedly plod along in, as opposed to something I
really pour myself into or desire to do, as it was in days gone by.  I
wonder if the time is coming to lay it to rest?  It would sadden me,
though, to see it die, even though its current incarnation is akin to a
comatose patient on life support.  Technically alive, but without a soul.  

I am feeling better these past few days.  Perhaps it's a placebo effect
from the zoloft, which I just started (and, as such, could not possibly be
acting yet).  Whatever it is, I'm glad to be happy, and glad to be with
Sarah.