downgraded, but still formidible...

thing that gets me is, you can feel better and feel so much like shit still.  i remember snapping back from a cold or flu as if i'd never had any sickness at all.  now, its the gradual procession from being helpless to being miserable.  well, life is life, and getting older is it's own special experience.

today i got up and said my prayer and managed to get out of the bed.  the back pain is diminished, but not gone, and the feverish feeling is diminished, but i am of the runny nose and the couch and the stuffy head.  i took some cold meds and i'm about to take some more cold meds and i have to get a couple sweet potatoes and whatever protein my mother wants as far as dinner goes, and i'm going to have to go pick up my dad from Richfield in the afternoon as no one is there to bring him back from his conference.  i really need to put some time in on my house, but for what?  i'm just waiting for my sister's lie to manifest, and then i'm going to get out of the whole thing and move on to whatever is left for me to do in this world.  of course, perhaps she'll surprise me and pay her water bill and i can get the water turned on, get on with my life and we'll all be reasonably content.  stranger things have happened, though i doubt many.

anyway, i have no great plans for now.  getting shit together to roll out on Sunday, heading to Columbus for a brief period.  may postpone, as the preeminent thing is getting the water on.  more important by far than going to hang out in the captial city.  but we'll have to see.

i am weary, but i'm up.  i'm going to heat a cup of coffee, make some breakfast and get to counseling.  the day will go where it will, i will follow as i can, and i thank Jehovah for the privilege of life and shelter, which so many have lost and sorely need in this troubled world.