It was a good day for one of the most important women in my life. Me, I got to tag along and wear scrubs (they are pyjamas in public!!) and be moral support, and sometimes make her and the nurses laugh. What more could I ask for? (This is her story to tell, and I’ve decided that because she remains under the influence of fentanyl, I would not post a photo of her though I have her permission to do so. Those of you who know her will hear the story from her.)

Second Lesson from The Sabbatical is super plain old fashioned simple: There are worse things than being single.

Like paper-cuts.
And flat tires.
And forgetting your password.
And ripping out too much hair with the elastic.
To name just a few.

Like I have written before, The Sabbatical is more of a home-coming back to myself than anything else. It has turned out to be wildly a fun thing.

Lesson no. 1 here.

Today, I am grateful for:
1. Every procedure through which people pull safely.
2. Stephen King.
3. The Flash. You are popcorn for my brain, and I thank you.

Ottawa | Day 347 | November 12, 2019

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