I'm working on developing a better frame of mind to handle what my doctors call my "comorbidities." No matter which healthcare provider I visit I can't swing a cat and not hit a one of those (except if I went to a veterinarian; no cats were injured in the creation of this figure of speech). Progress is slow and prospects for improvement are negligible at best.
Some days are more of a struggle than others.
This already feels like one, left over from yesterday.
I think the silver lining in the personal black cloud I'm carrying around like Joe Btfsplk is, sadly, I see so many others around me silently struggling as well. Maybe there's something to Carlisle's Haul after all.
-bill kenny
