920 miles on foot year to date. Some of those miles were walking, some jogging.
Mom seems to be doing okay, although left alone, she sits to much to my way of thinking, but will get up and move around if I ask her if she thinks she should.
Making the mundane seem important is hard sometimes. Stuff feels mundane probably because my days are mostly the same every day. I can pretend.
With what I am doing now, not much taxes me.