June 22nd, 2020 – 635 – Day ninety-eight

So walks are out of the question for a while. That sounds dramatic, but at first it doesn’t look that way: I’m resting off my blisters. My infected blisters. My infected blisters after tearing off a chunk of flesh from stress today. Yeah it’s pretty dramatic. I mean, I probably won’t get sepsis. I hope. This debarcle about sums up where my head is at right now. I am a mess, I am exhausted, and my mood is in the gutter. If I’m saying all this here, you can only imagine what I’m not. In short, I am not doing so good.

WAN continues to be the most wretched project I’ve had in a decade. 7,800 words is about 10% of the soft-way through, achieved in less than a week. With a little wind at my sails I can finish this book mid August rather than late, though that does not feel soon enough to be shot of it. About the only saving grace of the book is it takes my mind off of the foul smell from my foot at the moment. Yeah, that’s about all I have. Gives you some idea how much fun I’m having. I’m going to bed…