Wednesday, Dec. 14, 2022 - 10:56 a.m.

I can feel the demands suddenly closing in on me and I’m starting to get angry and stubborn and inflexible.

I’m still sick, coughing at night uncontrollably until I nearly make myself throw up, or until my swollen throat can’t remember how to cough.

But the cleaners are coming tomorrow anyway even though the house is so cluttered with crap we can’t walk. We can put all the presents in the casita! Where I then won’t be able to walk or work out.

It’s just the beginning.

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