Another uncomfortable night.
But I woke up determined to make substantial progress today.
I want to go home and write my memoir.
To be allowed to do that I have to pass certain tests.
If my punctuation seems odd it's because this browser is funky.
As long as my meaning comes through it is cool.
It turns out today is Friday.
I thought it was Saturday.
The caretakers here are remarkable people.
They teach patients how to regain skills.
They show faith in us.
If we listen and try we succeed.
It must take incredible intestinal fortitude.
To do this day after day.
But most of them tell me...
...they love this work.
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