Got a massage from Jenny first thing. Her walls are painted a color named "Valor". It pleases me to have words of meaning hung on meaningless things. I call the green beads I strung on Sunday, "remembering". Helps me remember to have hope, to remember that survival is largely an act of imagination. Temperature in the 60's again today. Most peculiar December. Spoke with Pop, Molly, Carrie and Mom after dinner. An evening full of phone conversation.