At this point, things aren’t changing much. As time progresses, I find sitting up easier; I can walk a little farther each day; I need slightly fewer painkillers; I nap a little less. So I guess we say, “Progress is being made,” and leave it at that.
Yesterday Ian, Benji, and my parents flew to California for Thanksgiving with my sister, brother-in-law, grandmother, and other family. This left me all day to spend quietly by myself.
I started by watching The Irishman, a movie I had heard about and wanted to see. It’s 209 minutes long, though, so I didn’t expect to ever actually carve out time to see it. I was wrong.