In the last two months, I've let everything in my life go to heck in a handcart. Come to find out I had no fuel in my tank. Yesterday I went to the hospital for some intravenous iron. That will reduce the anemia, but it won't automatically strengthen under-used muscles. I'm deconditioned. I've gotten so used to being on the couch. I have to get up and straighten up my life.

I'll eat something and take a shower. If I just start and don't give up, I guess I can turn things around. But I keep stalling. I sat here all day thinking: "Yeah, I better get going on this place." Inertia is a tough foe, especially with no one around to encourage me.