"Plans" for me now are just being up to the tasks of the day, or rarely, lunch out with dear P or friends thanks to painkillers--which I don't take regularly due to side effects and to further spare my kidneys.
And even though the road is so damaged, it is also lined with deep-rooted trees of old friendship and with new, truly precious saplings because of it.
And as is the tradition in my wordy-world, I sometimes self-medicate with poetry, so here's today's:
The hole I know is often
I used to think that time would
But slowly I am learning