I measure my progress with a painstakingly calibrated internal instrument. I went to work yesterday and today. I feel the teensiest bit better. I'm able to stand a little longer. I made an extra trip to the mailbox today, which I couldn't have done yesterday. Let's face it: I'm too sick to be at work. I'm too sick to be at work, but I'm at work, and doing what I can.
The Ladies Who Lunch were sweet. They enthusiastically applauded the half inch of sparce, grey, poofy, hair I unveiled today. One of them let me sit while she made copies for me, as standing to make 20 or so copies really felt like it was toooooo much.
These are small matters, I know...
It was a small, quiet, day.
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