Hard to connect with why I am doing this
Today pain came early, but setting a goal certainly, and perversely helped with sitting through it. A further improvement in ease of breathing, almost a full arching breath. Mind still feels like Piccadilly Circus after too many beers, and behind it all a dourness of spirit that waits numbly for some kind of genuine connection. Sitting at the door I guess.
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