Feeling better and trying to get back to activity since my bones are on the mend. Notes I made, that at the time I thought were legible, look like chicken scratches across the page today. So much for all that frustration pushing me forward.
What I have accomplished is . . . not much. This summer was more vacation than I planned it to be. Those scratched plans mean my expectation for the year has to change.
So what is possible? That remains to be seen.