I do hope so.
Another leg wound, more antibiotics, pain and fatigue—all account for my silence. Today I am being driven to the Bruce Peninsula for two days of rest—If I survive the drive. I made raisin walnut bran muffins this morning. I must be getting better.
Anon.
Me.
But I’’m on more antibiotics now and I’m resting a lot and soon I will start working again and I have so much to do and I’m not doing it.
Yet.
One thing that bothers me. Everyone is talking about getting back to normal—not them, but the Covid situation—and I realize that normal will never be the same for me because I am getting more and more sub-normal as the days, weeks and months roll by. I will never be normal again. I will be—I am—OLD.
Well, tomorrow is another day.
Hang in there.
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