I made it. I'm still sick, but I'm on the mend. I had reasonable classes today and I am getting to know my new students better and better.
I've had my "long call" with Puck. We're both wrecked from being unwell, but there's hope amidst the crap of trying to work while sick (both of us). I want to go back. To live together again, even if it's on holiday, brief and surreal.
I've also had a lovely dinner with Adam and good conversation. There are small plans afoot, and bigger ones. Hopefully ones that will mean I'm not just hanging in this town by the skin of my teeth and at this job, gradually being ground down each year. I don't want to die here. I'm optimistic that we can have a few more adventures first. In saying that, Adam admitted the other day that he's winding down, more content than I am, and would probably stay here if I was to leave for a while (depending on where I go - he'd definitely come to England, maybe to Dubai, not to the US.)
I want to be well, I want to be fit, I want to be capable. I hope I have enough energy tomorrow to do a bunch of things on my to-do list - enough that I feel like I've not wasted the day. As always, I could also use a decent lotto win, I have so many dreams that a "mere" $250K would solve (that's $160K USD). Doesn't seem much, does it, and yet it's all my current debt and enough left over to forgive debts owed me, and a couple of treats and home improvements.
Dreams are free, goals need work. I just need the energy to work towards them. When I'm well again, game on!