I spent the majority of Sunday doing Alleycat Acres farm work. A portion of this was shoveling a few truckloads of woodchips. Later, while planning our next meeting, someone asked “how are Mondays for you?” We joke about how Mondays aren’t typically all that great, because they’re Mondays, not because we aren’t busy as the question was meant. Today reminds me of all the Alleycat Acres Sunday work parties of yesteryear: Mondays are sore. I took the bus to work today, a rarity, because I found that leaning over made me feel like taking a sick day in bed. Not that there is a lot of bending while riding, I suppose exercise felt out of the question when I was fighting to stand and sit.

I hung out with and then had dinner with K last night. She’s wonderfully supportive, and dragged me out to dinner to ensure I ate without any of the dragging. We made plans a couple days ago, but yesterday was a bit, absurd, so it was great timing for a hug. I didn’t talk at all about yesterday though, just the last month and the struggles of figuring out where to head from here. After, I had drinks with J in a surprise effort to comfort someone else despite my circumstance. Naw, I can’t take that credit. J is great at being resiliently happy. This is different than being annoyingly cheerful. It just makes me want to hug her. So the day turned out well after all.