Damn, life before penicillin musta sucked. Amazing stuff, I tell you, it’s amazing. I think I’m a walking bacteria killing machine right now. I can hear all their little death rattles as I try to go to sleep at night. Kinda cool and kind of odd at the same time.
As I resurface from being sick, it’s dawning on me, daily, that a cycle is coming to an end, with a new one beginning. The word is starting to get out to the larger group of people we work with. The ones that I’ll miss have actually said some very nice things (unprompted even!) about where I’m headed off to.
Discardia has fallen somewhat by the wayside, but I’ll get going on it again soon enough. The temptation is to try to do all of it when I get going again, but I think I’ll just pick up with a post & carry on as if nothing had happened.
Feeling… reflective. And, as seems to be the way with things, I don’t think I’ve left enough transitory space between point A & point B. I will just stop being here and start being there. Huh. Well, beam me up, I guess…
