Labor Day Weekend Blues

A three-day weekend and my last holiday until Thanksgiving, besides self-confidence, the illness stole vacation time-over two weeks.

S is cleaning.

K has a boyfriend, as do others.

Some have just moved.

C is still off the radar.

A and I will find something to do, or nothing and call it something.

The gang is all messed up. The glue is gone-no parties, no evenings out, no spontaneity.

I wish there was something to suggest. I am stuck in blah-land. I cannot think of something fun to do and spend my time daydreaming of Taiwan, healthy days and Kerouac.