Life is good. I have been properly healthy for four months. I eat regularly, and sleep well every night—for the first time in 45 years. Or maybe 35 years… possibly I slept well as a child and don’t remember. I am spending time with good friends, I have realized that good people actually care about me, I am working hard albeit part-time and even enjoying it, and I have taken up creative hobbies. I don’t know myself.
I am socializing a fair bit, but not too much. Often, I just have people over for either dinner, brunch, or a wine and cheese evening. I still read novels but not to the exclusion of doing anything else. I hardly watch TV anymore.
I bought a bike about six weeks ago. So far I have only ridden it home from the shop and once in the park last week. Still, I had a good excuse: I tore ligaments in my ankle the same week that I bought it. It is currently hanging on its rack in my smoking patio. I am contemplating taking it for a spin again today. Ambitious I know. It is a lovely autumnal day and there won’t be many more of those so I suppose I should take advantage of it.
Winter will be the real challenge.
