I walked out of the hospital yesterday at 10:30 in the morning, and spent much of the afternoon lazing about with Mariel watching food shows. I also organized the many piles of papers rising from various surfaces around the house, which brought me joy entirely out of proportion to what I actually accomplished.
We walked the dogs to the corner and back. Marty made a delicious dinner. I passed out around 9:30 pm, in my own bed.
Right now I'm sitting at my kitchen table drinking coffee, peace rising from the cup.
This is living.