2/19/96
This day was a lonely day. I wasn’t scheduled for work at any job until night. I went to the house at 35 Reid Avenue to see if any of the children were around and visit with them. (Scheduled visitation rights after a divorce never seem to be enough. I feel like an outsider to my own children.) Everyone seemed to be working or busy and, hence, not at home. My brother (Mike) had just stopped by for a break in his travels from his theatre work after a vacation in Florida. Even he wasn’t in the mood for a visit. He wanted to get home and relax. I took up my book and sat in the winter sunshine inside the large upstairs window. Like a contented cat I fell asleep. Unlike the cat I was not contented, merely exhausted, emotionally and physically.
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