I saw my pdoc for my 5 minute appointment and got my shot.

I woke to music. Now there's voices mixed in. Soon it will be all voices. Alas it is my cross to bear. Voices are part of me. That's okay. If they never go away, I will still have control over them. I've done it 29 years now.

I am feeling good this morning. I tried to take a pic of the moon, but it didn't turn out. Maybe tomorrow morning.

I made blueberry muffins. They were okay. Margaret liked em. I am a tough critic when it comes to my cooking/baking. Anything I cook has to have that WOW! factor. These didn't wow me.

I am trying to lose weight. I wanna lose 50lbs. Its kinda hard to lose when I bake all those goodies. I've cut down on the munchies. I used to get up and and grab something first thing in the morning. I've cut that out. Its been a month now. Today its hard to not get something to eat. The urge is strong. I gotta write something else..non food related.

I'm gonna go see my brother Mike. He's never happy to see me. I try to talk to him but he doesn't respond. The visit usually lasts about 5 minutes. I hope that someday he will want me in his life. I know there were some bad times growing up and I am sorry. I am the only family he has. All the rest have abandoned him. He's been living in Binghamton about three years and not one of the family has ever visited him. When he was in jail in a different county Margaret and I drove there to see him. My sister-in-law worked right next to the jail and my brother and her never went to see him. That's how insensitive my family is.

 I was talking to a staff member, she said that the other residents pick on him. That is so sad. Mike was always picked on, at home, at school. I understand that. He is depressed and angry. I can't talk to his caseworker because of HIPPAA laws and he won't sign a consent. I want to be part of his life. Its sad that he goes it alone.

Take care everyone and always remember...

Live, love, laugh, learn, listen,

Dave