Day off

My day off today felt like being let out of bootcamp -- that same weird, blinking-in-the-light strangeness. After nine 24-hour days of invalid care, a soft day off. On the one hand, I got to do all my stuff. On the other, I missed the physical workout of being at Salmon Beach. I didn't do my 1700 stairs today, and my legs are twitchy. Like missing ice hockey practice. I can tell I've lost weight -- I move different and my shirts are looser.

My free day began with a great coffee sesh with Giancarlo, with whom I'm hoping to work again. Then a sesh with Bevin, where we agreed to trade writing for design work. Got myself on Bart's calendar for tomorrow. Got rent from my housemate, which will go to our garbage bill. Caught up on phone calls and bills. And thanks to the two who commented on yesterday's post -- just what I needed.