St. Sophia?  Sophia means wisdom, but I don't have any excess of that.  Arg, my strange brain...  Anyway, I'm still sewing.  Now instead of clothes I am sewing a quilt and little quilted wall hanging.

I think my health is better.  Well, physically it is.  Mentally I'm not hallucinating anymore at any rate, or manic, or whatever (lol) but my brain is slipping into a fog.  I can't recall things even one second after I think it sometimes.  And I can't come up with words.  And I'm forgetting how to spell words I once knew.  I'd be pleased if every unhappy memory goes away and I can have the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

And  my Aunt Norma is very ill  :( which makes me saaaaaaadddddd).  Life is such a kick in the head.  When Dean Martin sang that, it was a happy song.  I wish I was Dean Martin.