This evening we went for a walk on the beach trail. I’ve been working on my case study for most of today because it needs to be done before tomorrow. I took breaks to pick up the boys from school and to take them to piano and then to practice.

Wayne did something to the road so now it looks a lot better. It feels better as well. It feels a little bit more like a road now and my feet did not feel like they do when you first start to move in an elevator. It felt at first like the ground was pushing up on your feet.

My father-in-law didn’t get to move closer today. I have not talked to him personally since he’s been in the hospital but I’ve been thinking about the particular suffering of him with his body. It is an awful thing to go through when your body doesn’t work right.

I hate that for him. It’s been a while since I’ve stopped to reflect and check in with myself in that regard here. I feel it in the increased pant sizes that haven’t gotten any smaller. I feel it when I don’t jump or run and feel more tethered to the earth.

I feel it in my healing chest where there used to be a blown volcano.