(March 19, 2009)

I need to have someone to complain to. I have a bad cold. Fever and a cough that scares the cat off my lap and – actually – would scare anyone. It sounds like I’m dying. I don’t feel like doing a thing, yet I’m bored too.

What bothers me most is the loneliness that comes with being sick. Wish I could talk to someone – complain to someone. I just don’t know what to do with myself.

Lonely – especially with my two best friends out of town. One of them – the very best for me to talk to – has been gone for almost five weeks and will be gone for six or seven more. That’s real hardship. A person I share almost everything with and with whom I talk almost daily when she’s in town – now far away.

I’ve done quite well though – kept busy – so I haven’t suffered too much. Yet today it would be so neat to talk to her a bit.

Full of complaints, aren’t I?