I got some spooky advice to go more outside the house. And that’s true, no deeper inner truth could have disagreed. It was on my planning anyway. I changed plans no running. My shoes retired.
My Ipod is my company and this time I take my daughter’s sunglasses. Another capitulation. My eyes hurt, are blurry and sensitve. Bright spring sunlight careses my face. I take the same path; a shortcut to the park.