As I write this, it's just shy of the end of 2023.ev. I'm now up and around and functional enough actually think about writing. Not because of any New Year's festivities, unfortunately.

If you guessed that I caught covid-19 in December, you'd be right.

I went on travel for a week for work in December, which is probably when I was exposed. It might've been at work, it might've been at the hotel (where, during that week, two wedding receptions and four holiday parties were held), for all I know it might've been at the airport when the TSA …

Welp, we're going on the end of 2023.ev, and... I'm tired. So fucking tired.

I've got some writing going on (and have for a few weeks) but it's not going as well as I had hoped. I've had to rewrite it a few times already.

I was on travel for work for about a week. Between jet lag, wrapping up the year, and the inherent stress of flying coast to coast during the holidays, to say that it was anything but restful is putting it mildly.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, all I've got left in …