I caught myself talking about being sick in the past tense this week. For the first time nearly a year, I felt like my old self for days on end. For the first time in months and months, I made plans and did things without taking the inevitable crash into account and scheduling in prolonged fetal position time after every exertion.

Today I’m dragging a little again, but I’m holding onto the thought that this is just sleepiness brought on by living through an incredibly busy week. Please please please let it just be sleepiness. I’ve dared to hope that I’m getting better; I can’t go back now.