Yesterday I wore a dress I love. It's lavender, and once I put on my dress, my wig, and my watch, I thought, I need a bracelet. I used to wear bracelets every day, and I love them, and I have a large collection of different types. I opened my jewelry box to find one I could wear, and saw one that had dark blue and purple stones, and thought, "where did that come from?" Something about it made me think of my sister, but I didn't have any concrete memory of when I got the bracelet, or why. I put it on, because it went with my dress, and when Brent got home, asked him if he remembered when I got it. Well, of course he didn't.

Today I asked my mom if she knew anything about it. (Coincidentally, my present-of-the-day from my mom yesterday was a bracelet.) She said, "Didn't your sister make you a bracelet?" I said, "Yes, but that's not it." My sister made me a bracelet that has a repeat of the Aztec symbol for "warrior" when I first got sick. So, today I called my sister, and asked her if she gave me a bracelet, and she said, "The Aztec one?" I said no, and described the one I meant, and she said, "Yeah, that sounds kind of familiar." I asked if it was for my birthday, and she thinks it was a Christmas present. So I told her thank you for the bracelet, which she thought was really funny.

Then she and I spent over an hour on the phone, laughing at different cases from "The People's Court," and researching how much of "The Man in the Iron Mask" is fiction.

My nieces' new game is for the older one to crawl around the room, saying "You can't get me!" and the baby chases her, and they both giggle. This is apparently worth many hours of entertainment. I think it sounds like the cutest thing in the entire universe.