Time
More than 10 years after my last entry, I am so much older now than I was then, not just in years, but in mileage. I have been through so much, and yet accomplished so little. At first walking with a cane was optional for when my muscles tired of holding my spine together, then it was required. Cane; Crutches; Wheelchair. 10 years of fighting like a madman to stay in the world, the last 2 or 3 I've been mostly isolated. Ironically, just as I got my chair and was ready to re-enter the world, Covid hit, and I suppose that was pretty much the end of me. I would like to think that, not even chronologically middle aged, that I have my whole life ahead of me. Well, I am not that foolish. Mainly alone now, barely able to move, in unceasing pain even with strong painkillers, the muscle has partially melted off of me. Its hard going now, half blind, crippled, exhausted, a little bit brain damaged from what I have had to do to stay alive while my head fills up with corrupted data.
At least you still can't take the sky from me.