Two actual letters!

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Odd. I haven't received a real letter in nearly a year and I receive two of them on the same day. I don't know about you, but I love real letters. Hand written, mind you. One was on a card, the other on simple paper. Both from people I care about, deeply, if quite differently. I may not have many friends. And my friendships may be contentious, as my lady friend termed it. But I do have good friends.

The first, from my lady friend, suggested she feels really bad about me being so ill. She even has considered moving out. She gave three reasons why she shouldn't. No, no, I won't laugh. I am sure she is almost serious, as far as serious goes. I will contact her soon, probably by phone. What she doesn't understand is... I was ill from this pretty much the whole time she knew me and long before then. Sure, the edema was a little bit of a radical departure. But it was just a few months. Anyway, it is always good to hear from her. And I do like that she has that sentiment. But more, it is good to know she is doing well. Hey, I'm a bit cheesy sometimes, but I would rather know people are doing good than most anything else. The rest just comes down to the notion that it's the thought the counts. Of course, there is more. She wrote more than what I have said but not in essence. And yet, you have to know her, and I do. For it, she "hates me". And I love it. *evil grins*

The other was from my local friend. I had tried to contact him but heard nothing. I simply couldn't get through and I couldn't seem to find him at home. I didn't know if he was avoiding me or... what. It seems he has had the rest of his foot removed. How far up his leg they went I don't know. From the sounds of it, it was quite necessary. On top of that, he has been moved. He is semi-hospitalized (or actually in a nursing facility). He must remain there until he can learn to use the prosthetic. He also seems to have a new phone number. He gave me both the new number and new address. I tried to call this evening but no one answered. I'll keep calling and see if he needs anything when I visit. I am sure visiting hours, and maybe phone times, might be limited. Hmm, I wonder what I could bring? Sausage, the good kind, and some edam cheese? Yep. And anything else he might suggest he needs.

Well, to bed early tonight, I do believe. Another hour of dinking and toodling and I'll be down for the count. Hmm, woke at 3:00, down by 21:00, 18 hours uptime. Yeah, that's good.

awake: 3:00, asleep: 22:45
(yesterday) awake: 3:00, asleep: 15:00
(All times are from when I laid down, not necessarily when I actually fell asleep but do assume significant, single period, sleep. However, in the last... many months and mostly, sleep happens rather quickly, like what you would expect when someone says they went to bed.)