Last night Jack and I were out for a late-night walk.  It was peaceful, walking in the park, with the dragon flying around and whatnot; the air still, warm, quiet.

 

As we were on our way home we heard several shots from a semiautomatic weapon and then a car alarm.  We looked at each other.  The sounds had clearly come from the cemetery.  Jack said that was very efficient.  Neither of us had our phones.

 

I raced home and called the police within five minutes of hearing the shots, trying to explain to an officer where I had heard them.  The cemetery has a new name.  He couldn’t find either name on whatever map he was looking at, asking a couple silly questions.  I explained exactly where. 

 

All our windows were open.  I heard one siren go toward that area when I was barely off the phone.

 

A couple minutes later, another siren. 

 

That’s all I got.

My Physical Therapist  gave me a lot of hope today.  She is amazing.  Flying with the dragon is ok.  Time travel is ok after one week of the new (hard!) exercises she gave me today.  They involve a giant rubber band and a giant rubber ball (special belated thanks to Jack for taking care of the dragon whilst I was laid up.  They’re kind of like dogs, in a way, needing to be let out to fly around a couple times a day.  I haven’t really mentioned the dragon before, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love her.)

 

My physical therapist has been my mental therapist too-  I feel so much more relaxed and hopeful and pensive and deeply happy after every visit.  Did I mention that I started the other therapy too?  Like, seeing a counselor?  It was ok.  Kind of meh, really.  But I’m getting what I need, which is the ultimate goal.

 

 I wish my PT could be my counselor.  She is really functioning in that capacity right now, whilst making my muscles do things that previously seemed completely out of reach (PUN!)  She also has a philosophical mind and a deep way of thinking about the interrelatedness of everything.  I feel a real connection with her somehow.  Talking with her has given me a new perspective on my own work and some ways I can better help others.  It is funny, how these things all work out.  (PUN!  Get it?  workout?  Because that’s what I got today, along with that amazing thumb massage thing that she does.)  I am sore, but hopeful.

 

Also, my class is going really well.  I’m learning so much useful stuff and using it.  I felt really competent today for the first time in awhile.  I was as non-cranky today as I was cranky the other day.

 

And, I socialized and also sorted out all the stuff I have to give away for the people who will most benefit from each item (a weird glitch in my brain wiring, that leads me to overthink where each thing must go).  So tomorrow the house will (I hope) have a lot less crap in it.

 

The best part: I serendipitously found out toward the end of the day that they were really short at work today, so I went in for a couple hours, and was happy to be able to help.  That seemed like a really good sign to me.

 

That’s about all.  Jack and I took the dragon for a flight at sunset and had just a nice time.  Every day should be exactly like today.