I wish I knew. . .

if anyone was reading this. . . I find myself struggling to find time to write, and still make a semblence of a life. I have to clean the homes of others "under the table" in order to supplememt the little bit of income I get from Social Security disability, and lately, my neuropathy and myelopathy (basically nerve damage in the extremities and spinal cord, repectively, from either the medications, HIV, or a combination of the two, depending on who you read) has been getting so bad that I am in tears after two days of working. . .