Rarely have I been as happy to make it to a Friday. Feeling better every day. I have never looked forward to night so much as I have this week because another sleep means another day of recovery, another day away from that positive test (day 7 today, day 8 tomorrow).
This evening I sat outside and chatted and ate with my friends for the first time this week — a week I was meant to spend in their company but instead spent in their basement. Which is really nice and newly refurbished so it’s not as dark as that sentence implies. We also watched movies together this week, syncing up as we usually do remotely from upstairs and downstairs. Movies, as in the four Hunger Games movies. I’ve been in the mood to get fucked up I guess. Those movies hold up.
But it’s nice to be outside, in the sun, on a perfect temperature evening. It’s nice to do a load of laundry and pack a fresh bag and start a fresh week tomorrow.
I also had a Diet Coke again this morning. It was heavenly. But you’d be proud of me for not having a second one in the afternoon, as is my routine. I am still prioritizing sleep. I’ll take as many good nights of recovery I can get before things change again.
This is going to be a wild week to look back on. The timing . . . what are the odds.
With Love,
Natalie