Nothing new in, nothing new out. Life's felt like that for a while now. Treading water because I don't care to do much else. Just existing can be pretty dull, but until I happen upon some motivation, I guess I should be happy that I'm still here, albeit, rather inert. Definitely catching up on sleep and getting things done around the house.At least I've finally kicked the annoying cold. A full week of playing Lady Macbeth (Out, damned snot, out!) and trying to make friends with my alveoli again got me twenty five miles in seventy degrees today with minimal wheezing, so that's a plus. I heard the robins calling out at dusk and the latest generation of flycatchers has arrived in the neighborhood (Bob?), so it must be spring. Also a good thing.
