Wednesday already.    I slept late again.   Sure will be glad when I am over this weakness.    Just have to keep fighting the infection.

A quiet day overall.   Dick felt pretty good all day.   We had a pleasant time.

Tonight I left at 5:30PM for the Poets Corner at Mead.     Sy was ready when I stopped to pick him up.   He and I always have good visits to and from the library.   There were thirteen poets there tonight and we heard some wonderful work and had some great discussions.    I read my poem about the killing of the trees in back of us and George's poem called PRIDE about Dad from his book Old Red House.

They seemed to like them both.    We are quite the little family of poets.   I believe!

Dia Dhuit

Mary