Yep, I posted every day for thirty days, like I did ten years ago.
There's a reason it was easier to post almost every day back then. I went back and read a stretch in which I went to Paris, a Guster concert, Chicago and Albuquerque, saw BNL twice and Steven Page once, visited Becs in New Jersey, then took my Series 66 exam and stayed at the Lumiere to celebrate except for when I went to a Chelsea Handler show that same night.
After I scanned those entries, I went out to rake some leaves for twenty minutes. Gary coaxed me back into the house (purportedly to make some soup with him) and then insisted I had worn myself out and demanded I sit down and watch the news LIKE I WAS AN EIGHTY-YEAR-OLD and I burst into tears.
Our energy levels no longer match at all. Come to find out, Gary’s thyroid is bottoming out, possibly after years of his anti-seizure medication. He takes more tests in six weeks, poor thing.
My thyroid is fine, though. I need to get out more.