April 23, 2016
I'm almost caught up to my neuroses of writing this marvelous 100 words. I think it clears my head. Maybe this is the same thing as writing a diary. Our local museum had entires from several journals from past years. People used to record the weather, the mundane activities for the day. It's like saying to yourself (or pretending to the world) I'm D. and I'm still here... here's proof. We need to have our memories written because there are so many days in a life, they run into each other and it's the same as forgetting. I get it.