
My sister is still here with me so I do not have as much time to visit, but I have no doubt after she leaves tomorrow I will spend more time here. I still cannot be alone, and you, my virtual friends, stand between me and the void. I still have my volunteer activities and my art. I am coping by not thinking (about Tod) or feeling. I cannot imagine that with all I have survived, God would allow me to endure this too.
Enough of morbidity. I finished my woman feeding the pigeons. Painting keeps me sane.