There are some days I would wish to never remember. Today wasn’t one of them, but I’ve had so many. It’s a pain so familiar, so a part of who I am, that there is no day now, no certain time of the every month when it comes. It’s just a wound that heals and stops hurting until the next time.

So when the good days come I rejoice in those. Today was a good day. What made it good was the many interactions with others. My son and I cleaned a little more downstairs. For another I was able to turn dirty clothes into clean ones and drive him down to the beach to get his watch.

Another mom drove out to bring the gluten free kids cookies. She handed me her signature decaf iced coffee right as I was getting ready to give one of the camp cooks a ride. She needed to go to Sam’s, the great store of abundance. There surely were more, but these ones now come to mind.