I didn't have a fever last night so maybe my flu is coming to an end. I went out and shoveled. It's cold and windy but I'm ok.

I was editing my book yesterday and realized I missed a chapter, so I started and finished it yesterday.

I'm glad I can write again. I hope this sticks.

I'm still feeling low, but I'm coping. Maybe as far as my depression goes, maybe this is as good as it gets for now. I might not get back to were I was 16 months ago. One day at a time I guess.