Before I could sabotage myself I went to the cafe this afternoon to get away from the house. I also happen to have just enough extra spoons to enable me to walk a couple of blocks from our house to the coffee shop. The weather was beautiful. The streets were quiet.
I took my sister with me for company. I brought my art kits. Always the optimist, I brought with me too many things, overestimating how much can actually be done in three hours. I had a large iced vanilla latte and a sausage and bacon flatbread pizza.
It felt good to be out and to also not be too tired to actually enjoy it. It's been more than six months since the last time I was able to do something like this without wanting to go home as soon as possible to my bed.