Hello friends,
Last week I went out every day. I went to doctor's appointments, a baseball game, and even a party. I think the last time I went to a party was before the pandemic. This was a surprise birthday party for my best friend since high school, Sam. She was overwhelmed with joy (she sat wringing her hands, trying not to cry for a minute there). Everyone brought a case of Bud Light because it's Sam's favorite. We didn't plan that bit, which made it even more hilarious. The kitchen overflowed with Bud Light. Blue cans and bottles filled the coolers while the rest sat on the floor, still in their cases. It was a lovely day, but it came at the end of an already crazy week.
By the time I got home, I wanted to spend the next week sleeping, and that's essentially what I did. I woke up late and spent my days on the couch watching the new season of Evil. I went out once to take my mom to a doctor's appointment, but I spent the rest of the week blissfully zoned out. I know a large portion of my need to recuperate stems from my MS. Even a hot shower makes me exhausted. I wonder, though, if others feel similarly as we come further out of the stay-at-home-and-don't-touch-anyone portion of the pandemic. We're all re-learning how to interact with one another again, and it's both exhilarating and exhausting.
It's a short one this week, as my brain is still a bit sleepy. In a few days, though, this month's Sad Poets Society will go out. We're looking at a poem about grief, and it's beautiful.
Until then,
Yardena
Weekend Potpourri
On repeat this week
Three poems from Chen Chen. The second one is particularly brilliant.
Merriam Webster’s Great Big List of Beautiful and Useless Words, volumes one, two, and three
Doing this at my next pajama party