"...nice"

Above me on Mars last Summer.

It was nice.

My flu adventure is as I mention leveling off,...not gone just not getting worse. Everything hurts my visions is blurred, and tunneled, and I feel like I'm in a rocking ship.
That, and on the verge of barfing all the time. 

Otherwise I'm fine.

Mind you I have things to do. 
Get meds see my doctor get glasses, and a new phone. None of the above makes any sense at the moment. However I still have the wit to know they need doing.

Ya know how old folks let shit go. 
They stop tiding their digs trash piles up. They stop bathing all that stuff no one likes to admit is going on either with themselves or old family or pals?

Well it's starting to happen to me.
Being Queer I'm genetically engineered by nature to be tidy clean polite, and real fucking smart. However lately not as much. 

Oh I still do all that.

However I'm starting not to care. It now takes an effort of will to keep the digs nice, and myself not stinky. 

I mean today I did my laundry dusted, and took a nice long hot shower. Once I did so without noticing without thought. Now it was an effort, and it was exhausting.

I mean to mention this to my Doc, and see what she thinks. She deals with old fucks a lot so may have the low down. 

I keep thinking to myself,...why bother everything here is going into a dumpster anyway when I keel over. I'm not here to impress anyone so fuck it. Then go to sleep...I sleep a lot. 

Just like my grandma...before she didn't wake up.

As there was no handbook on being 14 there's none for being 70.

We're as always on our own.

More as the story continues.