Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

I'm trying to believe that it's okay to have done almost nothing this weekend. A little of that nothing was of the do-and-then-undo sort, with regard to the computer (mouse/trackball stuff). It would be easier if I hadn't intended to write an apazine.

It would also be easier if I weren't, having been stood up by my GP, worrying about the state of my lungs. Mom called this afternoon, and I told her that yes I'm better, no I'm not well, and that yes, I have medication for the breathing, but it's an asthma inhaler and we don't know whether I have asthma, so it may be completely useless.

The odd part is that yesterday evening, chatting with adrian_turtle, I had a strong feeling of having accomplished a lot, though without anything in particular in mind.