Thirteen

My company, which is more than a little awesome, is doing this challenge to ameliorate some of the cabin fever as all this stuff goes on.

I’ve not been out of the front door of my apartment in probably like two weeks. Since I came home from getting my infusion I’ve maybe answered the door once.

But I thought this might be an opportunity to revisit some of the things I’ve written before they knew what the hell was wrong with me.

I was going to share something from 1999, but I’ve decided against doing that.

Incredibly enough, that was probably not about ominous MS symptoms.

So, no, right now I don’t have anything particular to write about.

I will write about the challenges as I do them, and try to describe what I wrote about.

Today’s bit? A photo of what “cabin fever” brought about. Maybe. I don’t know.