About Those Satins Shoes, I Hear You knocking

 The back has been a problem this week. I like that better than thinking I am getting too old for the outside job. Although, that job is getting old; I am getting a little tired of the sourness of the cooks.

I have accomplished little since Monday.

Yesterday, I managed to get to Payless for a few groceries and distilled water.

Wednesday, I got three pages written for "Chasing Ashes" and an email sent to MW.

Tuesday, it was laundry.

Then I would get finished and lay down and collapse.

I walked to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, the latter was troublesome. The cold air bothers my COPD.

Yesterday, I went to work late, grabbing the bus. Even walking down from Powers got my lungs wheezing. The albuterol helps, but only so much.

I will try and walk today, since I will be leaving early, I need to make as much money as I can.

Wish me luck.

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