5/26/24

I laughed a lot this weekend—genuine, belly laughs. I smiled often, and I felt it deeply. I love weekends like that. Despite the weather being gloomy and muddy, we still managed to enjoy our camping rituals. Day fires are always fun, but when they stretch into the night, they're even better.

This morning, I took the dogs out and was surprised by how thick the fog was—visibility couldn’t have been more than ten feet. Then, for the first time, I heard the foghorn. I know where the lighthouse is, but I’d never actually heard it before. It made me strangely excited—such a simple, silly joy.

The day turned out to be beautiful. The best part was not feeling rushed to get home. We were able to soak in some sunshine and enjoy the slower pace.

I did have a bit of sciatic pain, but it was minimal. I even felt up to doing some weeding outside—which is a huge step forward compared to last August and September. That progress means a lot.

There’s so much to be grateful for.

When we got home, Ethan was out with Jiminy at a car event. I thought it was so sweet that he brought him along. I’m also glad Jiminy stayed home afterward—Ethan made sure he got outdoor time and plenty of enrichment. Still, we missed little Jiminy.