Dear Friends,
Walter wrote to me privately today and reminded me that purgatory is also defined as a place where one is cleansed. This makes new sense to me: it's a place where one purges. Thanks, Walter. The cleansers are not so pleasant, but by the end I hope to be purified.
Judy Davidson came by this afternoon and we had a really nice visit. My energy is better today and I had moments of feeling like myself again. I even managed to drive Judy to the subway station at the end of the afternoon. I'm like the "boy in the bubble" when I'm in my car: I want to keep myself physically distant from strangers while my immune is low, but I can drive amongst them and no one needs to know any differently. It's a great way of feeling like I'm part of the world.
As I quipped to Catherine this afternoon, I'm watching autumn arrive by viewing the one tree outside my window (I feel a little like Anne Frank!) The tree is still almost entirely green, and it's always the last one to turn in the fall. When it loses its leaves, I might be close to finishing this treatment. Perhaps we will be done at the same time.
I might go out and cut it down now.
Love,
Kip
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