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Today was a little better, but not much. I was able to go to Starbuck’s and then the dog took me for my walk to the river. Billy met his friend, pretty boy Floyd, and they played together. I came home and wrote Magda’s paper on the Cuban Missile Crisis. It’s 1000 words and I wrote the rough draft. I actually enjoyed doing it. Thinking back, I think it reads a little disjointed and I will rewrite tomorrow. I remember when I was 14, I went to bed and none of us knew if we were going to be alive in the morning or if the Russians nuked us to death.

All is well and by for now