I am feeling caught up now. No, I am not behind exactly. It just took time for me to post in my diary for a couple of days or so. I do write in my journal daily when I have time. Not always can I do so? No. My life, already an open book, does not ever get written. My life, in my diary, others read it, is not private. I am a person in some ways, secret. Here I am, waiting to go to dialysis this morning, writing my thoughts as they are in a jumble right now. I have to continue with my day and write later. I am up and ready for my day.