A weekend rolls past me. I am on a roller coaster. For no apparent reason I am having a wonderful time. I wonder if the rest of the world enjoys living as much as I do? I love every minute of it. I’ve been busy this week. That makes everything better. I need to be busy. Wednesday, Jim was in town and spent the night with me. The next day his car was broken down– the clutch was out– and he was here until Saturday waiting for repairs. We had a nice visit and I know now that there is no romance but we still like to be sexual with each other. Maybe sensual is a better word.