Dreamed Odessa returned, for the second night in a row.
Still a bit sick. I don't think I'm taking as good care of myself as I ought to.
Losing sight of my reasons to live. "Because I'm not giving up" remains, but I wish I had something more than that to hold on to.
I wonder when the mating season for slugs is. As last year's fall turned into winter, I regretted that I never witnessed the leopard slug mating ritual. I've seen a few photos, but I long to take my own.
Still coughing up slime as if an alien entity had implanted a thousand eggs into my throat, and they're hatching at a rate of several a day.