The fog is rolling in and unless the sun comes out soon and burns it off quickly, I am heading into the big crash just like last week. I was hoping that this would not occur again this week, but it looks like an inevitable outcome. I guess that I can assume that this is the way things will be from now on. Two good days and five lost days, not a very good ratio, but one I will have to learn to live with for a while. Maybe it won't be quite as bad, but maybe it will be worse although I can't imagine what that would be like. I don't think much of anything could be worse than last week. We are going to see a pulmonary doctor tomorrow in order to try and start establishing some kind of coordinated care program for me along with Dr. Abe and a gastro guy to be named later. I will make every effort to write tomorrow and let you know how it goes. If I disappear for a couple of days, you'll know that I climbed back into my cocoon to ride out the week and I will be back as soon as I morph back into human form.