It isn’t I’m out of sorts, exactly, but man, something’s getting in my way. I expect it’s me (because, who else?), only I don’t take as much heart in knowing it as I do fear in thinking that if I acknowledge it, it will stick around even longer. There’s a sentence for you.
That said, I’m still working on the same old pieces, and still looking to put an end to them.
Forewent the gym again today to give the back a little more rest. It’s feeling better, but not tip-top. Seeing my PT guy, Brian, tomorrow, so maybe I’ll get a few pointers on making a comeback.
Meanwhile, another quiet evening at home.
Leek and potato soup.
Wine.