It’s October which means we made it through September which doesn’t really mean anything because the dates don’t matter, the days do.
Yesterday was a really good day. I slept through most of the reaction to my covid vaccine the day before and woke up feeling like I had a bad hangover, which is about as good as I ever feel these days. I took a short walk with a friend and spent the rest of the day checking off things on the Good Day list with Ellie. This mostly entailed errands like running to Target for cleaning supplies or stocking up enough cat food to last until Groundhog’s Day for Screwy, but also some good food times sitting on the tailgate of my truck. I got all my steps in and not only left the neighborhood for a non-hospital destination for the first time in months, but actually left the city for about an hour for a poorly advised trip to Costco. It was so great. It also all took a lot out of me and I basically passed out like an over-stimulated little kid at around 8pm. I probably even had ice cream on my face after going berserk on a chocolate shake (no cold sensitivity!).
This is all to record for posterity that among all the side-effects and travails and slow decay of my physical state one of the primary new talents I am learning and practicing alongside patience is an appreciation for the joy in mundane things. Nothing I can imagine snaps a person out of taking things for granted like a life-threatening diagnosis. I legitimately exist in a state where I say things like “They finally put a stop sign in this intersection! Nice!” and get unreasonably happy if there’s a cool breeze.
I also feel a great deal of joy at the accomplishments of my friends and a very happy weird positive sort of jealousy towards all the cool things you are all doing and I am going to start letting you all know more. Positive jealousy makes no sense. What is that feeling? Pride? Maybe. I am proud of all of you for getting it all done.
It’s another day. Many people are saying it will be a good day.
Happy Sunday!