My hand’s out of sutures, so today I started drawing on a log to attempt a carving. Despite my fairly large caffeine consumption I don’t do a lot. Over the past couple of weeks I patched up the many holes in my pair of jeans and a couple in socks and sewed some of a shirt. Evidently the doctor forgot about my desire to raise the anti-depressant dose. I try not to think about much, try to drift around in a half-assed meditative state.