I think I'm alive...

Okay. Sunday was the last antibiotic day. Good deal. I went out for a walk, just 45 minutes, and felt fine. Yesterday, I used the exercise bike for 45 minutes, and I made it through, kinda-mostly-generally okay. Today, I used the exercise bike again (I had to watch the rest of X-Men) and got through 53 minutes, and spent 20 minutes on one of the harder resistences.

I feel awake and aware and ready to write... meaning it's high time that I get to that blasted story I was supposed to start *months* ago, and see where it takes me.

I think I'm alive...

Okay. Sunday was the last antibiotic day. Good deal. I went out for a walk, just 45 minutes, and felt fine. Yesterday, I used the exercise bike for 45 minutes, and I made it through, kinda-mostly-generally okay. Today, I used the exercise bike again (I had to watch the rest of X-Men) and got through 53 minutes, and spent 20 minutes on one of the harder resistences.

I feel awake and aware and ready to write... meaning it's high time that I get to that blasted story I was supposed to start *months* ago, and see where it takes me.