1956, animals used as part of medical therapy |
2013, my medical therapy |
It comes in the form of a letter, a new thought, a kiss, a
doggy snuggle, a piece of cake.
Today {a lowly day} was spent in bed, but Wolfie did extra cute things, and when I was strong enough to lift a tea cup, it tasted divine, and the clouds outside my window glided entertainingly.
Sometimes I view my home as my prison. Every time I am asked
why I don’t work or study I am reminded that staying home is not a life, in our
society. But the journal below reminded me of all the terribly wonderful moments
which happen right here in these four sometimes oppressive walls.
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