Small things
I drove back down to Maine in the dark and the fog, coughing and half-blinded by other cars. It was, for all that, a fairly easy drive; I didn’t need to sleep. I am feeling mostly better, too, in that I am better most of the time, and really not at all some of the time.
Today, I met Brina and J, who were very nice as I avoiding hacking my lungs out all over them and listened to my nervous babbling and answered my somewhat blurty questions. I tend to do badly when I meet new people. They’re very lovely people.
Again, I’m going to try to avoid the doing much on the computer stuff, which again, is unlikely to be hard, except this time I was too sick to prepost things.
I really hate being sick.