Sunday, March 1
The longer days improve my mood.
Monday, March 2
I have trouble keeping straight the days of the week.
Tuesday, March 3
I feel more like cooking. I make dinner.
Wednesday, March 4
I have a lot of energy today.
Thursday, March 5
The doctor mentions a noticeable improvement in my mood.
I feel bubbly and smiling.
Friday, March 6
I finish the laundry. I have a warm feeling of accomplishment today.
Saturday, March 7
I tackle my clutter today.
Sunday, March 8
The Q-tip disorder is the hardest one to cure. I can't stop digging in my itchy ear.
Monday, March 9
I check my email. I haven't checked it since February 14.
I'm over the hotmail limit. They've deleted some of my messages.
Tuesday, March 10
TBI WORK messages are clogging my email.
I spend all my computer time sorting and deleting messages.
No time for my web page.
Wednesday, March 11
I figure out a way to handle my email.
I make a plan.
Thursday, March 12
My mood improves. My body gives out.
Friday the 13th.
I can barely walk today. I hurt.
Saturday, March 14
My hotmail box is overflowing.
I'm overwhelmed by my email.
Sunday, March 15
I don't know why I should go to a lot of trouble with this.
Nobody ever reads this anyhow.
Monday, March 16
I make folders for sorting the TBI WORK messages.
I find a poem. It's worth the trouble to find this treasure.
Tuesday, March 17
I finally solve my email problem.
I get an email address just for TBI WORK messages.
Wednesday, March 18
I wake up angry.
Finally I get the initiative to clean, and my body hurts too much to work.
peapod informs me that SOMEONE DOES read my diary! She's a dear.
I work on my webpage.
Thursday, March 19
I make spaghetti for dinner.
My family prefers bought sauce. I used to make it from scratch. Go figure.
I'm dragging today. I push myself.
Friday, March 20
I still hurt. Who's going to clean my house?
I spend hours trying to ftp. A cuckoo tells me I can't connect.
Saturday, March 21I love getting messages in my guest book! Thanks! peapod.
I figured out how to ftp.
I waited until the cuckoo was asleep. 
Sunday, March 22
My son teases,
"We need the new model Mom, her brain's broke and her body don't work."
Monday, March 23
Much improved today.
I buy myself some makeup and make myself pretty.
Tuesday, March 24
My husband teases me about my housekeeping.
I feel crushed. A good mood ruined.
Wednesday, March 25
I sit in an auditorium. The voices clang together. I don't understand the speaker.
Thursday, March 26
I enjoy the warm spring day.
Friday, March 27
A good friend stops by. We visit over a cup of tea.
Saturday, March 28
My housework piles up.
I will never catch up.
Sunday, March 29
I eat lunch with my son at a restaurant.
Monday, March 30
The doctor changes my medicine, again!
The side effects are too much to handle.
Tuesday, March 31
I forgot to call my mother on her birthday.
. . . . . to be continued
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