Today was a good day, and a bad day. My best friend's Grandmother passed away today. My sympathies go out to him and his family.
To my knowledge, no one was born, but with the population as it is, the odds are that one soul came into this world as one went out.
I learned how to remove the covers on my fax machine to repair it.
I cleaned part of my bedroom and tidied up some of the clutter.
I worked on my morther car, replacing the radiator cap and the air filter.
I learned that Windows 2000 still sucks.
I know that there is still hope for the world, but the path is a long one.
I am still not stable emotionally from the 11th. The process of grief, for me, is not an easy one, as I have difficulty showing my emotions.
I have a good idea why my truck is not working correctly, and what I need to do to fix it.
I started on part of a letter to a friend in the armed forces, who is on the other side of the country.

It was a good day, and a Bad day. Tomorrow is another day. If it will be good, or bad, I cannot tell.

But I can hope. And that, really, is the best thing that I can do.