The evening also brought over Sonya Huber out on a walk and having read her publication coming out in 2022, I was super excited to see her, too. She arrived to Fairfield the same year I did and I've always looked to her as a muse...a creative genius sort that I never can get enough of. Kris, Dave, and Sonya in one setting was panacea for my depressed mind. I'm not loving my inability to move much and the exhaustion that comes from doing the most trivial things.
Burgers, cucumbers, and a salt potato for each off us. We were a crowd of 6 eating and there were only 6 potatoes left.
I really enjoyed hearing all about the road trip and having them take turns keeping Karal entertained. Ish is 8 and Karal is 7. The behaviors are synonymous: playful, excessive, emotional, and dramatic. Karal also liked Val's acoustic guitar and cocked her head with curiosity and joy. But, she really wanted to eat David's shoelaces, which she did...and a stuffed animal chick that Ish donated to the cause.
Meanwhile, there's the crotch...there's the pain...there's the impatience for recovering, even if I read a book (Sonya's for review) and a new Nic Stone middle school YA for entertainment. Underneath it all, however, was the soreness and the underlying drive to go back to bed for the entire day.
Okay, Tuesday. Definitely more ice-packs are in order.
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