Home Alone Day 4.

Yesterday? Fucked into dust. Today? Fucked-ish. I'm playing the MS lottery, where you never know what ticket you are going to pull, if you can pull the ticket at all. I'd say my ankle is a lot better, but I'd say it quietly, as I don't want to jinx the recovery. So today, leave the house. For fucks sake leave the house. As I wrote before, not so much lazy as trapped. Trapped? Get to fuck, I shall be proudly limping down the road, at some point, today…?