To those who have asked: my memory is getting better, thank you. The pane of glass is still there, but I can see through parts of it. I can remember some things from the past year: names of colleagues, things I've done, emotions I experienced.
For this I am glad, and grateful. Part of it appears to be related to medications I had been taking. I hope the forgotten things return, and soon. I need to remember, you see. I need to retain what was, to make what is more bearable.
I recently said I felt there would be trials in the near future. The trials have begun. Endurance is the key to survival.
So is being quiet, and still.