I've been back in hospital, in the ER consulting the Wound Specialist about this leg of mine, still painful and infected. I'm on two new antibiotics and ordered to sit still with my leg up. Irtonically, I received a Fitbit for my birthday hoping to increase my daily steps to 15,000. I'm down to 1,000. Oh dear. And even though I sit a lot, I don't seem to be thinking much more.
This is all by explanation of why I missed yesterday I miss me more than you do.
Anon, anon.