More to Come...

...but it's late, and I'm tired. Just wanted to remind myself and the handful of folks out there who might be paying attention that I am not abandoning this thing. And toot my own horn; part of the reason this thing has been so neglected the last week or so is that I've had this same ridiculous quasi-migraine that kicks in about an hour/hour and a half after I wake up and leaves me pretty much debilitated unless I'm laying down in a dark and silent room...which leaves me about as productive as being debilitated. Same stuff as last post, no new solutions, just pockets of time where I'm in "annoying" rather than "excruciating" pain and can accomplish things. And as of late, such pockets are so small and rare that they rarely leave room for "update blog."

Nevertheless, I ventured out on a walk this evening - partly for the sake of my poor dog, and more for the sake of my lovely, selfless father who has been walking Cooper for me, but is understandably becoming increasingly frustrated with only seeing his daughter prone, with an eyemask. So I decide to join them. In my gimpy absence, my Dad and my dog have conquered the world on foot. Or at least the neighborhood...the beautiful, large, hilly, neighborhood. And yet! I soldier on, undeterred (and clinging to the fact that I can always just turn around and come home by myself if I begin to, I don't know, vomit). But I'm walking along - at a rather clippy pace, to keep up with faja - chattering on about law school, and the future, and you lovely people, and politics, and who knows or cares what else...and all of the sudden, we're walking up the 18th cart path and I see the back of my house! I made it, the whole, hilly, fast-paced, gradual-but-eternal-incline, cold-for-the-carolinas, at-least-a-mile stretch of it! After at least a week of virtually uninterrupted sedentary face-burying, rising only to vest, neb, eat, and urinate, I got out and exercised and didn't die! Even my hard-ass, can't-sit-still Dad was impressed that I didn't collapse. It was just so nice after a week of feeling like I will never wake up and be able to hit the ground running again to be so pleasantly surprised by my body's physical capabilities. More on that later, inspired by a PiperPost.

And another note to self... I really need to start dating. I'm so rusty I don't even know where to begin, and if "The Bachelor" is any indication of what is required by the whole ridiculous process, I'm thinking Cooper may just stay the love of my life. I mean, look at this face, how can you not love it back?

That's all for now; I'm off to bed...with the aforementioned furry bundle of love. Eat your hearts out, boys (ha!)