I wish I could say that things are better, but they’re not. I’m maintenance drinking and hardly thinking — the nature of the beast.

What to do, oh what to do, seems beyond my reach, and yet, and yet I do beseech the God’s above, the God’s asunder, keep me wishing, with hope I wonder.

Will I make it? I just don’t know. All I wish for now is snow! It’s been so hot, this summer has, but this I know, I hate to shovel the God damn snow.

I’m doing my best, but this is it. Hardly progress, I have to say, but I’m still here, at least this day.

I’m hoping for a miracle. Could be! We will see, we will see.

Nelson