Another sleepless night. I have promised to call my friend today. Not sure what I can do except just listen.
I would so much like some time in a cabin with food and water and time to be near trees and look for butterflies and see if I can find worth and meaning in my life. Pretty sure Bruce wouldn't want to go. Fantasizing about taking the dogs. I can't afford such a trip. It's all a fantasy. I seem to be what I absolutely did not want to be. A cog in a machine with little discernable purpose.