I am struggling healthwise. Writing is still tough, though I am slowly getting better. Still, diverticulitis that becomes septic destroys major organs in your body, cripple you, and kill you. It is not provable that that is precisely what is happening to me. But as I continue to suffer, take more laxatives, and feel more pain, I have to wonder how much time is actually left to me to get anything done. I am still alive, though. And I did some writing today, little as it is. Small victories are still victories.
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Catch a Falling Star 