Drained, But Stabile
† After a minor breakdown, I have returned to The Manor. Sorry for not posting anything in forever, but there is only so much one can put into words, you know. † Oddly, my brother (eight years my senior) was just diagnosed with the same arthritic condition I was diagnosed with over a decade ago. It's hereditary, of course. (For those of you keeping score, this is my good brother Dave and not that evil troll-like thing.) † It has been much too long since DD has come to visit. We stay in touch regularly, but the price of gasoline has made her visiting nearly impossible. † I am really getting sick of Top Ramen. † The Manor continues to stand, and within it's walls I continue to lurk. I hear thunder. The sky is darkening. Soon, rain. † FCGST (sensory mode still, before the storm) †
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scribus) wrote,
lethargic
