I’m practicing to be an old woman.
Everything feels uncomfortable this evening.
My leg itches and aches. My head hurts. I can’t stop coughing.
My dad and I went out for sushi this afternoon. That was a nice change of pace. It’s been a few days since I left the house.
I miss my independence the most. I miss being able to hop in the car and go out for lunch on a whim, or visit the bookstore, or take a walk. Any outing I take these days is thanks to the generosity of others, and I am immensely grateful to them. But each one feels like a bit of currency spent, and the ledger book in my head is full.