I feel fine enough that I really did mean to go out and mow the lawn when I got home. Hey--there are steroids involved! But then "when I got home" became "after I do a bit of painting," and, well, now I have to get some supper before going out to a Library Board meeting.
Maybe I'll mow tomorrow.
Here's wishing that fewer B cells turn around my Sjogren's Syndrome. Or forestall some developments. At least a little bit.
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