Unearthing a life.....

My last posting (of last Monday evening) was unduly optomistic ... the triumphant grin was premature .... all was not the easy path I thought I was trotting down.

I spent Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday flat on my ever-lovin' butt, limp as a dishrag, so tired and beaten that I could hardly remain conscious. They were four very lost, lost days. Bookworm watched over me and tended me and kept me from self-harms way. I could barely eat, could not read, dozed off while the Mariners were winning and all in all was a real dull poke of a fellow.

Today (Saturday) there has been noticeable resurrection. I've been on my feet some. I went to Safeway and wandered around hanging onto a grocery cart. I've eaten more. And able to drink more. I may yet live. This time.