Various kind people came by the house and did various kind things for me. Managed some socializing at lunch, and to hit
Unfortunately, in order to conserve spoons for the game, I had to blow off any pretense of writing or WRPA and lay low a while. Pacing, pacing, pacing.
It's like being hit by a truck. Every day. Oh, and I have to remember to eat, pretty much all the time. Sigh.
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