April 20, 2004
Ten minutes ‘til midnight. Trying to be a stickler about writing each day. There isn't much time left here. No time to live. There is much to appreciate. The house above Bay Street that looks like a huge Tudor cottage. The spry older woman with the short grey hair who always wears pants and knows the dog by name. Doug the homeless man who disappeared after he said he was going to the hospital because he was diagnosed with cancer. He was or is a kind old soul who is missed. What else do I really like? Cherry chocolate bread.