It isn't just me.

.
.
I mean I am not just being lazy.  I was thinking that might be the case until I noticed something.  Legs are swollen.  That was a few days ago.  So I started back on medicine, which had slipped.  It isn't enough, so I just added more water piils.  No real choice.  I am a bit surprised.  Even that isn't helping, or as much or quickly as anticipated.  I'll keep at it.

Now, what that tells me is that I am broken down a bit.  Things aren't working as they should.  And I am full of fluid.  Yeah.  Work, day schedule, these aren't on the menu until I dry out, then stay dry for a week.  I have stretched my day a good bit, if all else I can do is game.  But boy do I game.

It took three to five months after last year, and after both burns... go figure.  I'll keep at it.  I am still doing much better.  The car is nearly unpacked.  Doing quite well for living on Death's door... brother or uncle type.  Bonus for having worked like I could and travelling like a top.  Bleh.

Oh, the plant I brought back from my mother's collection?  I did what I could for it.  It sure struggled.  I was all but sure it was a goner.  I... kept at it, bits of water, better lighting, if I didn't talk to it, I gave it attention several times a day...  It's... it may pull through.  It lost all but it's highest two leaves.  I think it is growing another.  I couldn't give up on it.  I've been there.

Later, or good night.