Hurled a little. Not feeling so hot. You’d think after surviving so long I could at least eat properly. But no, I am too far gone even for that. They were such simple sandwiches. And I feel awful. Better than death warmed over, but not by much.
Laying on my side a certain way with my arms a certain way, except typing this, together with the new gravitational support unit … is not bad.
Got to spend a wee bit of good time with the kids. Though these good times are never long enough. Ever. And not equal in people-time distro, either. Sigh.
I live for those moments, I really do. It’s all I’ve got. And it’s pretty darn sweet. Although at the end of the day, I remain alone. Which is just like hell but without the flames and devilish trimmings.