Not much better. I'll give it the weekend.
I had to get a prescription filled, and I needed supplies. Not gonna ask Sheila to travel several miles so that I can go across the street. I took it slow (very), and I told the doorman to be on the lookout for me.
Back alive. (Nothing like stating the obvious.)
Very far behind in my work. This makes me noivous.
All the asthma meds make my hands shake and make me kinda jumpy. Hard to work. Hard to write. Hard to type. I'm doing my best.
I am now taking thirteen pills a day (she said proudly) and four different inhaled meds.
I'm a champion pill swallower. I usually do two at a time. One antibiotic I'm now taking is so big that even I can't get it down. What were the manufacturers thinking?
I'm rambling. Sorry.
I think I may try to got to sleep while it's still dark out. Stranger things have been known to happen.
PS: The new hard drive woiks great. Fast--and no steenkin' error messages.