I am on the dark side this morning, crying over Eve's tragic death a year ago. One of the songs we sang in choir last night set me off too. It's a John Denver song about Love. I used to really like John Denver, but at some point, his songs became too sappy for me, usually. Somehow the words last night struck me. "my memories of love will be of you."

Molli called last night and we had a lovely conversation. She is doing well. And I have much to be grateful for. Sometimes I am just very sad. This will pass. Perhaps it is related to getting the cold, in spite of my efforts.

My neck and shoulders are sore, probably from raquetball yesterday, and sitting scoring essays after that. I won the second game, 16-14. I'm sure Ray had to work really hard to let me win!

It is so hard this morning to say, yes, I am going to get moving and go to the gym at 8 am (in order to get to work by 10). We have to make complicated plans and arrangements, although Ray is the one who has to give up the most by riding the bus. It is tempting just to say forget it. I'm sick and I'm sore and I already played twice this week. But it is hopefully going to keep me healthy and save my life.