How are you doing? It snowed the day before yesterday, leaving some on the ground the next day. It’s all gone now, but it will get cold, so maybe there will be more. Has it snowed at home this winter?
I’ve not done much again. I finished a short story, so I suppose it’s on to editing now. I’m close to finishing a drawing, always nice and rather rare. But mostly I am tired and do not like doing anything at all. The few people close to my age at work have said that they went to college and dropped out but may go back eventually. I know two others who’ve said this; neither have gone back. I hope I do not get too depressed and anxious that I also drop out. If there aren’t help-resources, I suppose I should find some Xanax or adderall (depending on the situation) and keep on through. I do not want to work at the grocery store for all my life. Perhaps college should be longer to prevent overwhelm.
I am mostly emotionally distant right now, firmly inside the bell jar. Sylvia Plath’s metaphor was brilliant. I have never described it in such clarity. I need to put some documents in PDFs to apply to a school, but I am too lethargic to stand up. On good news, we’re going to Disneyland in May with cousin Laura. That will be of comfort. I hope you have gone since we were little.
All will be well eventually, I’m just behind the jar glass. I hope you’re well. It is too self-absorbed in this series of letters when I have nothing new to say but that I am sad and you are gone. There is never resolution. I love you.
With love,
Alice