the cats are well.
i am . . . well . . . i am here. and that is what counts. i have to hold on to that, i keep reminding myself.
i have to cut my nails. they are way too long to type.
i should be keeping a daily journal. if for no other reason, then to document my lack of activity or growth.
i went to work on the manuscript of the thing about the hospital and i can't remember half the stuff i wrote down. it is new to me. my memories of that time have faded to the point where there is no point in continuing with it. i waited too long and lost it. that bums me out. i should have just done it while it was fresh. as my mom would say, what a pisser.