things have not been going well for me.
i spin around and around, one foot in this life and one foot not.
on the upside, i make precious little cookies and soup and ice cream and roasted vegetables and excellent sandwiches and write music and words and take pictures
...and then i'm too crushed to get out of bed or take a shower. nothing seems worth the trouble, but yet i buy more groceries for another round of holding the wolves at bay.
mostly i don't feel like talking about it, much less leaving a written record.
the body is strong. it fights even after you pass out.