Sometimes all people can handle is a thin broth. Better than nothing.

Slowly coming back to myself, shutting some systems down, turning others on, trying to be strong and grown up. Making contingency plans, getting ready for the next wave of pain, going to go get some lunch in a while, do some banking.

I've ceased to exist in some ways that really matter to me, feeling ghostly, spooky.

I guess I've decided it's easier to think if I write things down no matter how hard it is to do it and I really need to think to be any use to anybody. Sorry to disappoint.