Up until a month ago, pulling weeds in the yard would be one of the reasons I didn’t want to own a home, but I just spend about half an hour doing it, listening to the baseball game, and enjoying it.
My Year of Rest and Relaxation, by Ottessa Moshfegh. I’m enjoying it. It’s funny and sad and disturbing.
I got to qualify last night and speak at length about the various challenges my appendix experience afforded me: the challenge of being offered painkillers; the questioning of my spirituality (why do I write these little notes, anyway? To whom or what and do I really mean it or am I just doing it because it seems like a precious thing to do?). The point: the talk was already scheduled and gave me space for an extra-long share.
I showed up for Mike last night, who celebrated his 90th day after struggling so hard for several years. I joined him and his sponsor John at Bare Burger. I thought there would be something of a group, but it was just the two of them, so I was happy to be able to be there for him.
I weigh 208. It’s a tough way to lose 5 pounds, but I haven’t been under 210 in a long time.