I think I’m losing my battle with the virus that has me in its grip. I feel like I got run over, then the car backed up and made sure I was dead. I’m supposed to go into Boston for the cardiology annual checkup and pacemaker tune up. I don’t think it’s going to happen. I’m wobbly.
I’ve been rescheduling everything, every day. This thing” won’t quit. Sorry folks, I’m down for the count.