to feel disoriented. I don’t feel disoriented. The sun is beating down on me while I write this and it’s been hot and sunny every day since I arrived. I read in the paper this is the warmest and driest summer on record in Connemara since 1995. I’m looking out at the sea and everything seems crystal clear. I’m glad now I kept a diary. I might have to use it sometimes to be sure I’m being accurate, but mostly I remember everything that happened this year. Lots of weird things happened even before the accident. So I guess I’d better start at the beginning. The beginning of First Year. Here goes.