24 April -
Oh, before I forget…to the young girl from Baltimore with the rash? Honey, that cream that you’re using is no good at all. It was meant for something very different. You should try some Offal™, which I’ve been using for years for a very similar problem.
Anyway, I took a short walk around the block, all by myself. I’m sure Nurse would have wanted to accompany me but she’s not about to start another argument with me again. He he.
The flowers were so nice. Winter has been quite dismal. Sometimes I think that God is really stupid for making winter. And sharks. And for various things on our bodies that really aren’t very nice at all.
Anyway, I passed that sweet old lady who lives two doors down. You remember me discussing her in one of my earlier journal entries; she gave me that delicious pie that she baked. Or said she baked, anyway. I have my doubts. But it was a nice thing to do, nevertheless.
Everything was just so wonderful on my walk, though I did feel my wounds acting up for the last half. Regardless, the sun was shining and the birds were singing. A lawn sprinkler went off, chugging out that infectious summertime rhythm (though it’s still really spring) and somewhere in the distance a cat barked and a delivery truck slammed on its brakes.