Avy called like she said she would. We talked for a couple of hours, about nothing and everything. We didn't mention Henry, I was a little afraid to because I still don't know why that subject is sensitive. I'm a coward that way, I'm terrible at being vexatious. Maybe it's a good thing but I sometimes wish I was bolder and dared say what's on my mind.
I don't have many friends around me, but I keep thinking how the ones I have don't seem to notice time passing. They live their lives and things happen to them, but they don't realize that they're getting older. I think about it constantly lately, how suddenly it can all be over and that every step we take is a step closer to that end. Does that sound strange?
Maybe I just need to find my place, and when I get too involved with those thoughts I start to draw. I have some designs ready and I will begin sewing as soon as possible. It's a nice and easy way out of the hardship.