Rotten night’s sleep. Asthma’s driving me nuts. Appointment with Storm’s on the 15th. Meanwhile got a new regimen of antibiotics, Symbicort, and all the rest. (Passing on the prednisone this time. Don’t need another muscle tear.)
Punched two or three critiques out the door early on, but saw four new stories drop into the queue almost immediately after. So, not finished yet, but close. Spent the rest of the afternoon working on probate stuff. That, and taking a short walk around the neighborhood.
Had a waking dream that I quit caring—about everything—and it wasn’t bad. Who knows, maybe I have a future after all.
Cold again today. But clear and sunny. Would have enjoyed it, had I been able to breathe.
Picky, picky, picky, I know.