Here I am, sitting in front of the public libary, bogging. I am thinking on talking to one of my friends about taking my essay one more step, and possibly co-writing a book of sorts with her. It was her idea to write a book about extra stress that family adds when you have a child with life threating illnesses. Her son is 18 now, and has had kidney problems all of his life. We meet when they were getting ready to go on PD. Harley was on PD, and we showed them how the machine worked, an answered some questions. We became friends, and I value her ideas and addvise. I will write more latter.