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Today, I took the slightly less convenient bus home and instead of getting off at my usual stop and confining myself to sidewalks, I got off a stop early and strode across the damp little patch of urban prairie where a grocery store used to be. I reached the railroad tracks and followed them home. Something about the way the clouds were sailing so purposefully across the sky made me crave adventure, and fulfilling that in just a tiny way made me feel better than I have in some time.
When I got home, I threw together a delicious dinner for Angel and me composed of things from our share and things I had around the house and felt delightfully competent. Another tiny act with a major impact on my sense of well-being. These seem like good things to remember.
When I got home, I threw together a delicious dinner for Angel and me composed of things from our share and things I had around the house and felt delightfully competent. Another tiny act with a major impact on my sense of well-being. These seem like good things to remember.