“They don’t know.”

— Thursday, October 2, 2025 —


My gallivanting around has ended, at least for a while, and probably longer than a while. A while and a half, perhaps. I am weak, quickly exhausted, and not dancing in the streets, but otherwise chipper as ever.

Seeing a doctor was medically inconclusive, and all the walking around at the doc's office left me more exhausted than I’ve been in years. They have a long list of things it's not, but no idea what it is, and they want to see me again ... in three weeks. It's like a second date, so I must've made a good impression.

Until the doctors and doctors’ helpers come up with a diagnosis or strategy, there's not much else to say. The answer is only, “They don’t know.” 

Tomorrow, Friday the third of October, you're invited to breakfast as usual at Little Pat's Place. I'll have french toast, and enjoy spending an hour and a half not talking about my health.

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— Friday, Oct. 10 —
 
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