Goodby Boo Radley
Drove the car today. Well, just around the corner, from the garage, down the alley, up the street to the front door. We needed to move a couple of desks in and out of the front of the house. 'Course, I ain't 'sposed to drive. Nuh-uh!
Heh.
Rode the bike yesterday, for the first time in a couple of months. Then, the sprout and I biked to the library, biked to the ice cream place. It was really nice to hang out with the kid for a couple of hours, choose books, dink around, have snacks.
It's nice to be un-irradiated, on the weekends. Because I have learned that after my irradiation each day, I'm a stupid dorky-dorky, but I feel perfectly, normally intelligent. So, it's time to come home, watch teevee, or lie in bed for two hours, until my brain un-dorkys enough to operate.
Two days free of that kind of treatment means that Sunday evenings feel lovely.
Thanks to the incredible work of my spouse, we're finally getting rid of enough of the stuff that filled the house after my father's death that it's looking like our place again, a place that is clean enough to entertain guests, instead of hiding from the world. I am coming down from the whole Boo Radey thing that I've been into over the past couple months. That's always something fun to tell stories about, say, thirty years from now when I've been cured that long. That's my dream now.