Urgh, continued.

Felt just good enough to get some bills paid and take Dearest Son to the local grocers to secure a choice lunch for him, but I’m still too achy to really eat. Got several cans of soup, I think that’s gonna be the menu of choice for me over the next few days. And, yes, somehow I’ve gained three pounds. I think it’s all in my lungs. Or maybe my hating life lately can be measured by weight.