February 5, 2003 – evening 1
The apartment’s quiet and warm. My muscles softly ache from the gym this afternoon. (David came with me!!) David’s a-snooze in the bed, making it look twice as comfy. I’m in my soft and stretchy workout clothing. Laundry and kitchen are under control. Charlie snores quietly, as only cats can. My eyelids feel heavy. And...



