Very upsetting news today, at least, according to Celia. The clock doctor confirmed my diagnosis.
So now there are pills, three types, none of which I will take. I tried this evening, for Celia's sake. The pills dull the music.
Of course there is something wrong with me! I know that very well! I don't belong here any more. It's obvious. I don't fit, and haven't for some time, not in the world of grocery stores and appointments and seniors fitness classes.
Celia frets. She needn't worry. When I'm in that bright green place, I'm fine. It's where I belong.
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