This will be a quickie.

I’m still fighting a sinus infection, BUT I received my new CPAP machine about two weeks ago. Because of my current infection, I’m not using it. Once these bugs are vanquished I’m going to switch over. I think my primary care doctor really let the medical supplier have it. The day after she sent the fax, Apria’s delivery dude was knocking on the door. I was upstairs. Rose answered the knock, retrieved the package for me. She knew what was. She came into my room with it and said something like, “Look, it’s Christmas and your birthday all at once.” “Seriously, it’s a new CPAP machine!” I almost cried. She was happy for me.

Lots on my mind. Living in Orlando has done such a number on my mental health. As soon as the higher education opportunity dried up, everything went to shit.

I’ve wanted to write many times before now. I want to explore why this New Years Eve, and the new year felt so different, so hopeless. However, I don’t want to get into the details now. It’s late and I don’t want to get wound up and not be able to sleep.

I just wanted to keep the lines open and let you all know I’m still surviving, and trying to continue crawling out of my big dark hole.

I still have hunk coming out of my nose, and right now both my ears feel like there’s screwdrivers in them.

So, I’m going to wind down.

Goodnight/good morning.