Nothing special happened today, although sleeping until 7:45 is pretty remarkable. After breakfast I went for a race walk up to the 103rd Street Bridge to Randall's Island. I had no idea where I was, but I think I was still in Manhattan. The views from the bridge were spectacular. The pollution from the FDR Drive was relentless. I returned via 1st Avenue where I had the chance to check out lower East Harlem.
I didn't really push myself, but I felt really good and strong. I've felt good all day, which is making me wonder if photopheresis was sapping my strength in some way. Tomorrow is the big dressing-free shower.
Then I loved the dog. He's ancient, rickety, and sometimes incontinent, but he's my pal.
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