Okay, more forward than static.

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Not backward either.  Three social events today, however, were missed.  One I knew about, two I didn't.  On most days this summer, I would have been able to make at least one, perhaps two.  Today isn't most days.  I am doing better, but recovery is painfully slow.  After the dishes and shower, I set another load of dishes to go.  There isn't much, but... I was feeling perky.  Perky?  No!  How about... able?  Yes, that would be it.  Within some restraints.  I also bagged up trash, and will be getting that out today.  Trash day, I think.  And, I might try to do a load of laundry.

The events are ones I would dearly have wished to attend.  People I know and care about were involved, as the main people.  I simply could not get function, or even track time.  And I worry about some things.  A shower can clean the body, but...  I worry if I smell from the cave being let go for so long.  Which is why tending the cave is the highest priority.  But that wasn't all of it, just a side worry.  I honestly couldn't make heads or tails of life enough to figure out how to do what would be required.  If I handed most of you a calculus problem, you would feel the same sort of confusion.  One thing at a time, slowly, and then maybe another thing.

Laundry would help.  And taking out the trash will help.  Redoing the cat litter will help.  And then opening up the house in the cool parts of the day will help.  Showering more often will help.  I was walking the walk of life at a gingerly pace there for a bit.  I am back to crawling.  I do hope I can rise, again, even yet this summer.  No promises.  Just a hope.  But it is one thing at a time, and great focus, at times, to even do that.  I am back on my medicine.  Well on it.  I don't know, for sure, if I need adjustment time or not. 

I need to figure out how to get to the store before long.  Hopefully this week.  No promises.  Getting out is a whole level or three above my ability.  At the pace I am improving, however, I should be up and back to some normalcy in a week or two.  It's just the way it goes.

I have started playing The Last of Us.  It is something new to do.  At first I really didn't like the game.  Then I realized it wasn't the game.  I had sought advice before playing, foolishly.  While the advice might be good for some aspects, or difficulty levels, of the game, it didn't turn out to be very good in a general way.  Well, and learning the controls, when I am down, is... painfully slow.  Toss in a dose of cynicism and... there you go.  After a bit of trial and error, I have found myself rather enjoying the game.  Oddly, I don't... empathize with the lead much.  Fact is, it's because we are a bit too close in real terms.  Who wants to be a putz that just happens to be barely quicker than the next threat, vulnerable emotionally and physically, and with a learning curve that is a bit difficult?  Oh, and in his forties.  Never mind.  The game might help me... tick my life back up a bit. 

Well... I best either put a load of laundry in now, or forget about it?  I hate to say it, but I think I will leave that off until tomorrow.  I will try to remember to get the trash out.  But I am waking early enough that if I can't do it now, I can do it before the truck arrives.  Later.  And... have a good day, if you can.