My recovery from the relentless debilitating fatigue has been uneven. Some days I have a bit of energy to do a few things around the house, a load of laundry here or there, bake Trucker a birthday cake, re-pot the lantana and other plants we bought, a little mending, take walks down to the end of the block and back, but mostly the exhaustion hangs on. I'm hoping I'm not one of the relatively few who can't shake it for a few months to come. I go to physical therapy once a week for a session with a therapist experienced with working with cancer patients. She analyzed my strengths and weaknesses and has given me exercises designed to strengthen my core and balance. She asked me what my goal is and I told her I want to walk from my house to my son's house, a distance just under a mile. It is relatively flat with sidewalks all the way, unless one takes the trails behind the neighborhoods that connect our streets. One can dream... Due to the neuropathic dysfunction I move slowly, really slowly. The sometimes ridiculous amount of time it takes me to do even the simplest task makes it difficult for people waiting on me to accomplish it. Mostly they realize I need to finish anything I feel inclined to start and resist helping me, even when they could finish whatever it might be a good deal faster. I try not to be discouraged by this, but my movement difficulties coupled with a perception of time moving faster and faster, leaves me feeling like I will never accomplish, or even catch up with all the things I want to do. Last Sunday I was feeling well enough that Trucker and I took a 4 hour day trip, driving up through the National forest at the top of the Grand Mesa just southeast of us. We went from an elevation of 4500 feet here in GJ, and a temperature of 93, to 11,200 feet and 63 degrees at the top of the mesa. It was beautiful and refreshingly cool with tons and tons of yet unmelted banks of snow. The streams were raging with melted water and the fast moving Gunnison and Colorado rivers are near flood level and white capped in their merged haste to make their way towards the Pacific. I know there are plans to raise the water levels of lakes Meade and Powell, so with irrigation demands along the way who knows how much of whatever precipitation falls here in Colorado will actually flow into the ocean. Snow will continue to fall, accumulate and melt in the spring. Skiers will continue to ski and enjoy it. The lovely columbine will bloom, aspen leaves will quake and squirrels will attack marauding snakes. Life will go on. Praise Be.