2.24.2004

I slept for four hours this afternoon and now I feel much nicer.

The previous post does not indicate sorrow or unhappiness; it's just a hard short ride on a rough horse through thick brambles. Nostrils distended, ears pinned back, sweat in a lather on the neck. It's nothing I'm really feeling, just a mirror hanging on the wall.

You all are sweet and I thank you.