- Nothing smart to say about lots of the last week. The last couple of weeks.
- I’ve settled on this description: I have a bunch of feelings, and I’m mostly DOING instead of accessing them. There’s a lot of layers of cardboard and lasagne in between me and them.
- And sometimes there are little breaches: seeing R play with her baby cousin; reflecting on the ways our lives are changing because of River, even though I’ll never get to meet them; watching donations to the quiet room fund at KCH tip over in response to my sharing it.
- And also I worked this week. I laughed a lot. It was good to do, and good to notice.
- Instead of taking a chunk of time off I’m going to take a couple of days over the course of month to try and get some miles in. The aim is simple: walk outdoors and don’t drown out the inner monologue.
- I stood with R in Morden Hall Park watching a young Kestrel flutter to the ground from a perch then back to its branch. I don’t know if it was trying to hunt or practicing. It was a fragile moment.
- Predictably, my nerve pain is flaring like an oil refinery. Physio told me swimming and running any meaningful length of time are off-limits. I’d planned to do a bit of the former, so I’m a bit bummed by that.
- Comfort re-watching Parks & Recreation. Startled on this watch by the sheer volume of jokes about sexual harassment.
- Been painting some models when I wake up too early. Spidey was a gift from R at Christmas (glove was because I’d just varnished the thing). The webbing drove me nuts, but it looks pretty great in person.
Matthew Sheret 