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November 29th, 1971
Even before I was fully awake this morning I could sense that it was a rainy gray Monday outside. I slept very late into the morning– until about 10:30 when Peggy knocked at my door to return the vacuum cleaner. Later at Peggy’s for coffee, I happened to look up at the calendar and see that November is almost over.
I feel as though I am running a race with Time now.
My entire identity, I just now realized, is threatened by this move to Oklahoma. Everything– ME– is at stake.
hee hee hee