Today I am without a migraine or headache for the first time in 11 days. I am exhausted and relieved, and annoyed at health insurance that balks at providing more than one type of treatment. It was relatively warm for Northeastern Massachusetts today so I took a (masked) walk with Watson and a close friend in a nearby cemetery. It’s also an arboretum and is beautiful, calm and full of nature – a pocket of comfort in our small city. Walking is the only way I see anyone socially. I had a terrible, terrible dream last night, and I’m hoping the walk and conversation, and the small glass of wine I’m sipping will help me sleep better tonight.
It was a long year friends, and this one will be no different, though I hope to see a light at the end of the tunnel by the fall. Maybe now that we’re so far into this I’ll write here a little bit more. I’m craving connection now more than ever. You probably are too.
2 thoughts on “A small glass”
longing for your writing and for updates. glad you got out.
Thinking about you often and hope you’re feeling a little better each day.