Thursday, September 4, 2025  

     Early morning, thick fog. And suddenly sirens are loud and close. My house is near the fire station.  The New York photographer and I talk as she is getting ready to fly back home after her long visit here. We listen and wonder where the fire is. And then the sirens stop.

     Late afternoon, we watch hours of the women’s tennis match at the US Open in New York. The voices are turned down as we talk and watch the games. The tall man brings Pizza and joins us.

     I send a My Chart message to my primary doctor asking if I should be concerned with the mixed results of the blood and urine tests. Now I will wait for a response. I remind myself that I am not dying, just sick.

     The young poet lends me a book she likes, THE DEVIL YOU KNOW, Stories of Human Cruelty and Compassion by Dr. Gwen Adshead and Eileen Horne. A memoir of therapy treatments of mentally ill violent prisoners in England. I can only read one story at a time. I am learning how therapy works in the prison. And how violence happens in our communities.