As mentioned the other day: I’m not dead yet, as far as I can tell.
The Fourth of July was always a kind of uninteresting holiday to me, I confess, until it became my cancerversary.
These days, I feel like my health is fine, but I’m not in the best place, psychologically. I’m struggling with a lot of inertia – as if Arthur’s glacial pace of thought and decision-making has infected me and slowed me down.
Well, I’ll just wait that out.
