There are 30 minutes left of the day so this counts as my May 9th journal entry. I’m struggling with these, and everything else, at the moment. I’m sure you’ve noticed. There are so many things happening, so many changes, that I’m at a loss. That rarely happens to me. Something to deal with, and it’s not exactly easy nor going particularly well.

But hey, at least the bartender treated me to a cigarillo last night. That’s something. (The photo is a lie though.)