weary

First time I've been awake out of a bed at this hour since my world more or less began collapsing--still thankful my selfbound will won against death.

And I am very tired--my face isn't as painful though it, too, yet needs to recover. Arm strength needs to recover, and voice needs to recover.

I was going to write an email to Mr. Hurtig about maybe stopping by Creative Writing next week--forgot about that after I started making evening plans about 6.

Too simply tired... mind is simple. Thoughts are simple. Hopefully now that March is above double digits, transgressions have transitioned...

Hopefully.