Scattered and distracted, ignoring the disarray of luggage and souvenirs. Questions remain about biopsy results and blood counts. Photos need tagging and describing. Dead flowers are wilted from overdue stay in milky water but I don’t have the energy to get rid of them.
So many to thank for helping wishes come true, but the miasma of battle fatigue and depression keep me motionless. Heavy arms and weary heart thwart my good manners.
It will pass. It will pass.
