I’m a total wreak. I’m an emotional roller coaster. But I’m getting better. (At hiding it or moving on, I haven’t decided yet.) My hands are better. The skin is thin and easily irritated, so no wire working for a while longer. But I have no excuse for not writing. I admit, I was very depressed about not being able to work and worried about our bills, but we’ve been blessed. A stocked pantry, a filled fridge, enough to cover our bills until the new school year begins. Despite the paranoia, the craziness and the sadness we are making it.