Urgh. I didn't realise I hadn't been here since The Last Roswell Day. Where does the time go? I guess that one hit me harder than I had thought, because OF COURSE, I started crying again when I read it.

Welp. Not too much going on here - I've been sick since well before then anyway. Lyme disease (or whatever this is) is a real b*****. Fortunately, it's winter and not much going on anyway with Life in General. I can still manage to stagger in and out with the horses, but that's about it. Lots of knitting, thank goodness.
I had intended to do some writing, but I can't seem to muster up the energy to do that, even though I know I have stories to be told still. I haven't even been reading much fanfic (the horror!)

I hope eventually, we'll get a diagnosis and figure out what's wrong with me, but so far, no dice. And so it goes.
Not even x-posting this one, it's mostly just for myself.

How are all you poor remnants of garden flowers that are left in LJ-land?