Poor Ray has a bad cold. He spends a lot of time sleeping and hopes he can shake it in time to perform Thursday. Of course, he has to "perform" for students every day. Like Amelia, he can't really call in sick (unless he is deathly ill; they would have to cancel class).

I went to work. With help, we got the postcards mailed out for the Harvest for the Homeless. Then, I finally heard from the auditor. She sent me several spreadsheets to fill out and I completed a couple of them. I sent them back and called her to ask some questions. I had trouble understanding what she wanted. Finally I realized that some of what she was asking I had done a while back under Maureen's direction and sent to her. When I asked her about it, she said, "I didn't know what that was." Well, she could have asked me. Or Maureen shouldn't have told me to send it... She is coming Thursday and I have today to prepare as much as I can. I was feeling a little stressed when I left and said something to M., but she said, "I'm sure you will figure it out." Which should be encouraging, but somehow is not.

I drove to my counseling appointment, feeling unhappy and stressed, and wishing I didn't have to go. I had to really work at it to come up with things to say, and I finally left a few minutes early, with the understanding that I will call her if I want to make another appointment. I'm cured? I did feel pretty happy, even though the sun was going down and Ray was in bed. I talked to my sister Polly on the phone, played music and made supper, which he did not want when he got up about 7. I ate mine and it tasted pretty good. We watched TV and I fell asleep before 9:30, which I guess is because it used to be 10:30.