Limbo-land's a funny place to live. It's like walking through thick fog. All you see is fuzzy whiteness. You have to trust that there's ground on which to step.

January 2nd, Tuesday, marks two deadlines for Master's programs to which I intended to apply. Dr. Farris scrambled and overnighted me recommendation letters. Dr. Hake's haven't yet shown up; not that they have to, it would have been a huge favor if they did. Since the mail doesn't run on Monday, if Dr. Hake's letters don't show up Saturday, I'm gonna miss the Tuesday deadlines. It won't be for lack of trying, and it's in that my peace lies. At this moment it is all out of my hands. Dr. Hake is out of reach - probably at home for the holidays, God bless him. The letters could be in the mail right now, or they could still be lying in his office. God knows. And I am thoroughly grateful to Dr. Farris for the trouble he went to, whether or not I meet my deadlines.

My brother Joe is visiting until Sunday. It sets something right for me. It feels better to have the family complete. I am also sleeping whenever I feel tired - 10 hours or more a night. The lung infection that crippled me with coughing for the first ten days of this break has finally gone away, allowing me to begin exercising again. This is a peaceful time. I am not doing much; I am just healing - mind, body, and soul. Resting up for the struggle that will resume in a few weeks.  ¶ 5:24 PM