Things are touch and go again. A few days out of bed, typical weakness/pain levels. Inevitably, I over do something (or don't, I can't say for sure anything I do or do not do counts for much) and spend a few days in bed, practically immobile, unable to sleep, eat or drink and in an unspeakably foul mood. Things will change one way or another, I guess.
In better news, I did get to go back to my house where at least it is quiet. My little sister does not live here, and does not spend all day singing here. Which is a blessing. My dad gave me a puppy to help me feel better. Because what I need when I can't care for myself is an infant creature. Although, I gotta say, he's several kinds of cutecutecute.
It's so nice to be able to come here and read about how everyone is doing! If I could get some darn energy (heh) I'd love to be able to be a more active participant in discussion. But things as they are, all I can do read a little and hope everyone knows how great I think they are. Pain free hugs all around.