March 14, 2002
I'd almost forgotten what it feels like to make it through the day and not be crispy, burned toast. To be able to walk in the house and not collapse. To be able to make some progress on a project of my own, however small. The temptation to run with it, to engage in a flurry activity is strong. The fact that tomorrow is yet another day at work suggests caution is wiser. And so the evening passes in a series of small things, tidying loose ends, seeing what has fallen through the cracks in the last month or two.