I wish there were better words. If there are I cannot find them. I am tired (and perhaps that is because of the meds keeping me up a few days ago), really more like dead on my feet. I am weak and am having trouble stringing thoughts together. Talking takes effort. Everything is just slow and thick and bizarre. I do not like this and hope it passes quickly.
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Appreciate the extra effort at these toughest times to 'write through the fog'. Continue to take us with you wherever you go.
your brother, Gary
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