The world is kind of closing in. Can't get down to the workshop now; it hurts my leg too much to walk there.
And how can I have a metastasis in my femur, if I have to look up how to spell the word? That just seems WRONG, somehow, yeah?
But I'm short on breath, too. There are a couple of new chest tumours, visible through the ribs... I'm giving them names, now. These are Scooby Doo and Scrappy Doo.
But I am doing what I can, some custom woodwork for Barbie. It's not a lot.
But I have to believe it's worthwhile, for the alternative is abject despair.
You might be expecting a link to the old standard, 'Little Things Mean A Lot' here, but I REALLY don't like that song, so here are the Stones, with 'You Can't Always Get What You Want' instead.
Does look like Sylvia got what she wanted, eh?