Also talked to D. today from work. He just wants someone to talk to him as often as possible so he doesn't have time to get mired in his own thoughts. He's starting to feel better, though--or at least, he has his better moments, which is generally preferable to being crushed relentlessly. He's worried because it's getting so close to time for him and Stewart to move to Australia, and he doesn't know what to do if he's not well by then. I thionk the stress of that uncertainty is playing back on itself. I told him he has plenty of time. A cool thing--his parents put a picture of him and Stew right on the family wall. Love conquers, if not all, enough of the time to make it worth pursuing.
Jeff and I are going to the Y! I feel so virtuous. Bye.