The day creeps on in quietude. I spent most of it alone. When I woke up late this morning, my granddaughters went out on a jaunt to the commercial center. I suppose, it is their way of de-stressing, as writing, painting, and knitting are mine.

This is the kind of life I have always wanted--sleeping, waking, and eating whenever I want, going where I want, and meeting only with people of my choice. I do not care who need me and who do not need me. I note that even my current works have improved by leaps and bounds because of this social, psychological, and emotional freedom.

I am bound by nothing except sickness and death, when they come, because, after all, they come to everyone.