June 1, 2008
Another lazy Sunday, with perfect summer weather again, it is quite the antidote. Being quiet on the lounge chair, with a mildly adult lemonade in my hands, nothing hurts, and it is easy to imagine that there’s nothing wrong. I am much better than I was yesterday, when I could barely make it through the grocery store, much to Geoffrey’s dismay. I have forgotten that these things go in fits and starts, that bad days making an appearance for no particular reason, but it doesn’t necessarily mean something has gone wrong, it is a natural part of the healing process.