Each improvement reveals a new hurdle but the hurdles are smaller. If you imagine a hurdle that a runner jumps over? This hurdle is a curb, maybe seven inches high. So nothing really involved but the time it takes to cross it. I’m experiencing joint pain that for some reason I’m confident will pass. I’m phasing Tylenol out for the first time in six months.
Going to attempt another drive to the library soon.
Where I will finally have the chance to see this blog on a computer! So excited about the moment my eight fingers will rest on a keyboard, my finger pads resting in the groove that was created for them. My thumbs and pinkies naturally reaching towards their next goals. I’m shaping and painting my nails for that moment. Painting my nails doesn’t mean what it used to for me but I can practice. I should be done in two or three more days.
It’s purple. Sally Hansen Wild for Violet. Nails are a pinch longer than active length and oval.
I’m teary eyed. And happy. And hopeful.
Train Bumor 