Been working on a few things, body allowing. Brainstorming ideas for the books and for random short stories here and there. Trying to clean out the catch all that was once our office/library so we can use it again. Minor home improvements. Lying on the couch shaking and spasming like a caffeinated Magikarp. You know, all things that are good.

Physical therapy starts this week. This will be the, what, third? Fourth time going through it since the dystonia began? Not quite sure what to expect. The practice discharged me all those previous times without any real results to show for our efforts. Said I plateaued out. Here's hoping for... I don't know what. At least I'll be able to wear shorts, and will blind everyone with the translucent whiteness that is unsunned Alaskan skin. The glare's like the MiB flashy thingy, except rather than making everyone forget, my pikapika legs just makes them wish they could.

Tried my hand at artwork during a calm period. I drew a table, which honestly was a huge accomplishment for me. The sketch took me far, far too long to complete for the result I got, but still, I was pretty pleased. Tables really aren't my thing, y'know, but I gotta start somewhere. Not sure how to get where I want to be from here, but as long as I keep going, things should turn out, right?

These may seem like baby steps for some, but they're huge for me. Hard not to be down on myself; the me from six years ago could run circles around this present day incarnation without breaking a sweat. However, I'm more tenacious than he ever was. I'll get where I need to be. Gonna be a crazy adventure to get there, but I'm up for the challenge.