Hard day. An old, old childhood friend lost her daughter to cancer. Closer to home, the arts community lost Murray Ross.
Thought maybe the world was on an upward swing, then this. Trying to fight off the blues, but being sick has made it tough. Hoped for a broader recovery today, but started to flag around 2:30 and never managed to rally.
Still. Letters off to mom and kid. Errands. Etc.
Thought maybe a visit to the gym was in the cards. Not so.
Quoting Papillon: I'm still here, you bastards!