The Girl is recovering. What she thought was pollen, turned out to be bacteria. She had pneumonia. So many days and chemicals later, she is moving and breathing.


This was a good week, bacterial pneumonia aside. The Girl and her mother had a long talk. They said things which needed to be said. Things that were hard to say, but steeped in love and a deep respect of the other's struggle. Things they needed to unburden themselves of, unburden the other of. The Girl feels lighter.

Unable to eat all week, She is lighter. How sad that three people commented on the fact that She had lost some weight. Everyone knew The Girl was sick. The world is sick in the head about size. If it isn't a health issue, why aren't people allowed to come in various shapes and sizes? Maybe that is why tattoos and piercings and other body modifications are so prevalent today. They are humanity's last grasp at saying, "Look at me! I am different. I am unique. I matter." But people continue diet, and dye, and go under the knife in an effort to become perfect...ly boring.


The Girl decided her lungs weren't up for the fresh air of camping. So she has free time. She and The Boy are going to a friend's BBQ, today. They are lucky to have great friends. Funny, warm, intelligent souls. Today will be a good day.

The Girl is happy.