No water until tomorrow morning. But it will happen then, I am told. People may say that you hang from a thread. And at times It may appear very thin. And you might dangle there and people may say that at any moment it might snap. That’s not true. There’s always a reserve. The human mind has avenues of tolerance which appear out of nowhere around the most curvy of roads. These hidden roads surprise me. (This still doesn’t stop me from wanting to cry). So one more night of using a flashlight to go to the bathroom down the hall. One more night of a filthy toilet. Just one more. (You can do it, Michele).