I’m keeping up with both my writing and my physical therapy. The first week was so bad, PT-wise. I tried my “normal” and kicked my own ass. As this is supposed to be gentle, I scaled back for week two. Still got in most of my reps, but let myself fall short. It’s been over a year, I have to be nice to myself.

I’m writing every single day. Sometimes, it’s only one or two sentences, but it’s every day. I have not have output like this in years. Not on such a sustained level. Yes, it’s still not the last few Chelsea stories, but that’s temporary.

Anyway, it’s my day off, so I have a chore list a mile long and a over active puppy to wear out. But we’re feeling good.