945 AM – i get up a bit late, shower, pills, grab some egg ham things S made and a protein shake and out the door. 

the sun returns. as i get into the car i must work to avoid stepping on squash vines that are spreading over the driveway. on the drive i am thinking only about the writing, my new fiction, how do i get from point a to point be to point z eventually, and what is point z? what am i doing? i don’t know, still, but it feels good. 

730 PM – during the work day i write perhaps 1000 words of thing. it remains fun. it remains exciting. it remains relatively easy. i begin to worry that easy is a red flag which might be a concern for the quality of these words im pumping out. i will need some readers soon, once i start to worry too much to write. 

 i leave work early to buy some cake and flowers because S is having a bad day. home, glance at the plants, but it is supposed to rain (finally!!) tonight so i dont water them. walking time. we drive to a nearby park and then walk about two miles, one out one back, looking at the trees and river along the way. we see a cat from far off who looks at us before running in to the bushes. we see several silly and curious birds. someone has written on the path in chalk ‘make a free bookmark here’ with an arrow pointing off the path into the bushes. i can only guess that it is pointing at some large leaves there, so i take one to put in my book. then we sit on a swing-bench by the river and read for a few minutes before heading home. 

tomorrow i have my consultation with the surgeon about my hernia. if you remembered i have one i’ll be shocked. i’ve almost forgot i have one.there has been zero pain for days, not even the strange hardness or sensitivity. i can’t tell that anything is out of the ordinary. i hope the surgeon tells me it is okay to work out again…