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0327 Fr
  * up 6:25; W=187.6; drugs, nose; coffee, emergen-c
  * visit Colleen (briefly) with YD's lemon pound cake.
    ! calm; loved
  * go grocery shopping (YD's list) coming home from Colleen in am
  * bring in a new Trackman for work.  (from laptop, since no new ones)
  * 9:40ish Returned call from Callie
    ! happy; friendly.
  * brief visit to Colleen (in PT)
  = accessibility:  use inward-opening folding doors (on the inside of the
    doorway) for the bathrooms to allow wider doorways.
  = access/reading lists for federated blogs and websites.
  & calls from/to Colleen - progress
    Stood up for a couple seconds on the first try; too tired and weak to be
      able to repeat it.
    ! moderately optimistic.  
  & visit to Colleen on the way home
    She's sore and a little discouraged.  ! calm; trying to be encouraging.
  * The YD's BF is here for the weekend.
    ! very mixed.  They're a very cute couple.  They're also gamers.
  * drugs, nose.  Extra asprin.
  & measure bathroom doorways etc.  
    = Mostly 23"; 24"-26" with doors off.
      Should lop the corner off the kitchen counter but it's 26" as is.
  & 10:54 Remembered the name of my HS history teacher: Mrs. Ryan
    US History.  That's what killed my fascination with the Civil War, I
    think.  All dates and events and getting the punctuation right in the
    footnotes and bibliography.  
    ! I feel something but don't know what it is.  Satisfaction?  Sadness?
  & Finished _In Quest of the Mythical Mate_; 
    now reading _I Never Promised You a Rose Garden_
  & Kat's floor is now green rather than stuff-colored.
    ! amused 
  & IM with N: words for emotions
    Can one think about/discuss the problem without the right words?
    ! fascinated.  
  * take flexeril before bed
  * bed ~2am
  * 3am phone with $friend
    ! concerned, caring;  glad I could be there.  trusted.

It was a rather strange day. Mostly good, but strange.

I think the strangest bit by far was remembering, more-or-less out of the blue, the name of my high school history teacher. (Although I was thinking about history, and how my interest in biographies differs from pocketnaomi's. She seems to be most interested in how people affect events, and how those events affect their lives. I'm more interested in how people think, and events are interesting mainly in how they affect what goes on in their heads.

I really don't know how I feel about remembering Mrs. Ryan.

It was also very strange to see my Younger Daughter's boyfriend; they make a cute couple and seem to care about one another. On the other hand, they're both gamers. Strange indeed (though both amusing and delightful) to go upstairs and find that both daughters have visible carpet on their floors. As the Wolfling said, "it's green, not stuff-colored."

And my evening conversation with pocketnaomi about I Never Promised You a Rose Garden got into some strange territory as well. I am still getting used to the fact that there may not be words for some of what's going on in my head, and that even when the words -- like "love" or "embarrassment" or "self-image" -- exist, people rarely have the same definition for them. How can one discuss things without a common language? How can I think about things without using words?

The 3am phone call wasn't strange at all. A friend needed someone to talk with. That's what Middle-Sized Bears do.