I look across the room to the wall calendar to see what is today's date. I want to know the correct number.
The numbers attached to the days have begun to slip as each day disappears into the next. I can't see the number clearly, I guess it is a single digit, it must be 9 not 10. September 9, 2007.
This morning is cool, overcast, birds calling, chirping. I'm aware of a persistent multi toned busing in my ears from deep in my head.
Life is good.
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