Doing every show I can, making things happen wherever possible. Not really sure if I can pinpoint a reason, maybe there isn't one. Not nearly out of my hole but I can see a little light.
Haven't had a drink in months, not that I was ever much of a boozer. No cannabis either. I stopped the former because it was affecting my atrial fibrillation, the latter because of a persistent cough and bronchial problem.
I am scheduled for an ablation pretty soon. The heart drugs that made everything tolerable for years suddenly stopped working. I lost considerable energy.
The new ones zonk me out. The little energy I still have has to be used efficiently and productively. Not sure if the procedure will work, the odds are about 70% on the first go. But I guess I have to try.
One of the upshots or should I say downsides of my newfound burst is that I have little time to engage in the activities that bring me joy. I haven't taken any serious photographs in over a month. No trips. No time to play guitar, when I try I usually make it through a song and then put it down in disgust at the diminishment of my skills. Not much time or inclination to write either. Am reading a bit, about halfway through a collection of short stories by the Russian writer Pushkin.
Would love to take a shooting voyage somewhere, I just don't have time. Keep the pedal to the metal. Make hay while the sun shines. Pay my debts. Hopefully the birds will still be there when I catch a break.