For example today I got stranded in a sail boat and I felt very helpless there and cold and upset, and then very relieved and good when we got rescued, though jittery still from the cold, and shaken, shaken silent.

Still, later on, as I had warmed up and was standing in the sun looking at people working, or when I was sitting in the sun next to Olivia, I could talk (with voice still hoarse from yelling "Oy! Help!") with pleasure and quickly. The catharsis of getting cold and helpless and then rescued had returned me to my own skin. It is the skin of a child. Especially earlier, when I had just changed into dry clothes up at cabin 14 where there's no one about so I could sit rocking myself in the grass (unmown) in a patch of sun. There were so many dragonflies about today. I write this because I stood in front of Noah saying "Goodnight" just now, and I felt like I should hug him.