Zzzz.
Predictably, going back to the day job has worn me out big-time. Even just two five-hour days last week — and I really did not recover by Wednesday this week, when I went back for what will be three five-hour days.
Well, everyone who knows about this stuff (doctors, nurses, other cancer survivors) all say that this is not at all surprising after radiation, and I really ought to expect to stay this tired for, oh, the next month or so…
But damn! I’m really tired of being tired! I’ve got stuff to do!
I’m writing at least a little most days, but progress is incremental at best, and occasionally those increments are actually negative, as I identify and then delete crap that has no reason to be in the story. Well.  Removal of crap counts as progress to me. The story will be better for it.
I’m also managing to keep walking everyday because, hell, it doesn’t take much mental acuity to put one foot in front of the other. It’s something I can do no matter how otherwise useless I feel.  So, if all else fails, at least I’ve walked.
One thing about walking around the condo complex every night: the native life.  I have met every dog and dog-owner, seen every cat in every window, passed all the smokers sitting on the front steps, and observed many, many toads.  The toads like the heat that lingers on the sidewalk.   I counted more than a dozen on one walk.
Cutest happy puppy ever.
Truly beautiful cat, to whom I am a continual astonishment
Ranging from jellybean-sized to english-muffin-sized
I’ll do a more coherent blog post over the weekend… I just didn’t want to stay away too long!
