I’m trying to go for walks in the evening, and dragging Greg along whenever I can. Here he is just now when I asked him to stand next to stuff for scale. 😂
I’m about to turn 50 and I keep thinking about what I didn’t get done and wish I’d accomplished. The spectre of two decades of chronic illness just looms over the whole mental exercise, like a ghoul. Messes with my head. I try to shake it off, to see the good stuff.
Like how when I was 21 years old, somehow I married the exact right person.