Done good at bridge yesterday, scoring highest of the high, such that Hugh said to me, before the company, "You play well, I mean brilliantly." I purred with what modesty I could muster. Life at the homeless shelter continues to be a chapter from A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch, with a touch of Darkness at Noon--something to discuss with my Case Manager when I meet with him a couple of hours from now. Now to answer my email, a newsy note having come from Gloria yesterday.