The drugs are still working. It’s been over ten months, and I am still largely asymptomatic. This is not the day to pontificate about that, though.

I had a cold for about two months, or possibly several colds in rapid succession. Then it (they?) went away for a few weeks, but now I have a cold again. I’ve been tired lately, too. It’s easy for me to work insane hours in the spring and the summer. Not so much in the fall and the winter. Cyclical seasonal patterns and all that. I’m still going to be busy in the near future, but I shouldn’t be as busy. I’m about to make some changes in my life. They’ll be good changes, but that doesn’t mean they’ll be easy ones. Oh, and my relationship with my boyfriend is still great, just in case all my vagueness sounds like an illusion to “trouble in paradise.” It’s other circumstances that are going to change, one of them being that the working fifty-some hours a week thing is coming to an end. That change is necessary if I want to stay healthy. Yeah, I was totally wrong back in August when I said that I’d only be working extra hours for a few more weeks.