The mind

I'm still in recovery. I did too much today. It seems that anything is too much. I spend more time flat on my back than doing anything else.

Stairs are a no-no without my brace. Even one step.

Eight weeks of uselessness, four or more to go.

I found a tape the Bryon made. It has him laughing.

He had such an intoxicating laugh.

I have to go now.