Interestingly, I appear to only be writing here three years or every year at the most. Right now I can't complain other than about my weight. I think it's higher than ever. It will be very interesting to see if my next doctor visit reveals problems like diabetes or cardiovascular issues. I am also experiencing a lot of stress related to Darla and her alcoholism. I need to confront her and try to get her help, but I'm not sure I know the right way to do it (other than to just do it).

Paul and I are now in an incredible high-rise luxury building with a view of the Chrysler and lots of light on the 54th floor. I still can't believe I'm in it. Wow.

Meanwhile we're in lawyer talks over the lease we had to break to move into the place. Lovely.

Mom's health is good at the moment, but Andy has had a resurgence of melonoma and is on our company drugs in an experimental regimen. That's been a nightmare. I'm so scared for her and the kids, and I'm also so removed from the whole thing, like it's easier to stay in denial about it if I don't engage. That's horrible, but there it is.

I'm depressed a lot lately over things, but mainly I think I've just maxed out my stress level these last few months and need a break. Paul and I went to Mustique in November and it was the most serene I've felt in years. Unfortunately, that seems a lifetime ago. We need another break. How white upper class of me. Anyway, that's all for now.