 My dearest love, I woke up tired today, even more so than yesterday. How that's possible, I don't even know, nor do I want to. It's hard to find the motivation when you are this drained. My body hates when I'm used to feeling this way. Seventeen down, seventeen to go. That's not so bad, right? I think of home often, and of you even more. Yesterday I saw the sun shining. It appeared for a few minutes, just after two. For a moment I found myself smiling.