Just eleven days in the Collar Countdown, but it seems longer, I think, when you’re wearing the actual collar.

There are lots of interesting phenomena moving through Tanja’s beleaguered corporeal instantiation these days–arms on fire one morning, tingling by noon, icy in the afternoon, only to suddenly feel quite pain free but comparatively weak by evening. Meanwhile, her energy drops away and recovers with dizzying frequency. Some things she really couldn’t do two weeks ago–sit and chat with a friend for an hour–are now fairly pleasant–not that the friends have changed, to be clear, but rather that her energy sustains her through the visit. And, honestly, “fairly pleasant” undersells it a little. But the point is, she can do it now where before she couldn’t. Meanwhile other things, working in the garden chief among them, remain very taxing and must be done in short bursts, as if she were a pearl diver who can only stay down there so long…

But, as you’ve noticed, in general the trend is toward progress and the progress is slow. So slow as to be difficult to track, day to day. So, barring any major developments, this blog will go silent for the weekend. Think of it as a harbinger of that happy day when Tanja will be just another civilian, going about her life without a dedicated blog tracking her. She will like that.