Up all night. Finally got up at 4:45 and had a bowl of oatmeal. This neuropathy has changed my life. It causes pain at night that mostly disappears during the day, thank God. I took a pill at 4:30 to settle the pain down a bit but still could not go back to sleep.

I am so excited about being on Buddha at the Gas Pump and also nervous. Rick and I had talked about my being on, but I never felt the time was right. Now in spite of my nerves, it feels right to do it. The hard part is remembering what needs telling and forget the rest.

My backup disk is running out of storage and Rob has been delegated to find me a new one. I sorta feel the same way. On this medication I forget stuff I would normally remember. But it is effective against most of the pain, so I will just have to deal with it.

I will not be traveling anymore, either. Heck, that was easy to give up since I hate airports. The last time I traveled was to hear Leonard Cohen in Amsterdam. Time flies. That was over six years ago.

My life is good except for the neuropathy. The silence holds me in its embrace. I haven’t cried in months and months. I am writing daily to my brother in Memphis. He has serious health problems, as I have said before. Our letters to each other are helpful to us both. Those who knew us in childhood still know us best.
Our baby sister travels a lot so we don’t hear from her as often. She is a brilliant librarian and specializes in collection development for libraries all across the country. What the three of us share is a sense of humor inherited from our father. Rob has it, too.

Well, it is 5:05 and I went to bed at 10:15 last night and never went to sleep. But I must tippy-toe back to bed. Good morning and good night.

Vicki Woodyard