Let's all hope autumn works out really well - mainly because I'll be an even more miserable pain in the ass to be around if it doesn't, and Sally has to have caught her limit of me by now.
My recovery seems to have plateaued (how the hell do you spell that word anyway?) I'm largely functional in small doses, but physical activity still puts the sledgehammer to my brain. Basically the D-stuff at its current dosage holds he at the Caesar the Wrestling Bear level of functionality - just enough to get the job done, but nowhere near enough to be dangerous.
My hand weights mock me. Grumble...
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