I just apologized to a middle aged woman who almost ran me over because she looked really guilty and genuinely concerned, and I would feel terrible if she went home feeling bad about it. I want her to feel okay.
Sometimes after my walks, I take the pink dumbbells from the corner of my closet and walk around the living room holding them in various positions until a timer goes off. I donโt know if it does anything. The timer goes off. I put my arms down.
I accidentally took extra-strength benadryl last night and slept for 12 hours, missed the blue moon, and Iโm really heartbroken about it and trying not to let it ruin my day. Happy Monday.
I have misjudged the geese. I see that now. There is still some instinct in them toward tenderness, despite everything. I can only hope they forgive me for what Iโve said, although the hissing should continue indefinitely. Thatโs fine and what I deserve.