Three weeks with some kind of chest cold, me and the wife hacking and coughing.

Juust started to maybe get over that shit and loaded a bunch of crap in the back of the truck Sunday to take to the dump, woke up Monday feeling like death warmed over again and went right back to bed.

I basically slept 32 of 36 hours between Sunday and Monday and couldn’t tell you what was wrong other than I felt like crap and couldn’t stay awake.

Got up and went to work this morning, stopped at the dump after work to unload one truck, still have another one full and ready to go, think I’m gonna put my feet up and go to sleep again.

I have zero fucking energy and about the same for stamina.

One of these days maybe I’ll start feeling human again but I’m thinking it won’t be before they fix the circulation in my legs.

Oh yeah, haven’t had a cigarette since the day before Mother’s Day so I went through withdrawals while sick with the chest cold just for fun.

One fucking day at a time at this point.

My thanks to everyone inquiring about how I’ve been feeling, now ya know and thanks to CederQ for keeping the joint open.