It’s dreary in the city befitting a day in the chemo unit. However, the sun peeks out through holes in the cloud cover from time to time as if to say, “Hey! Don’t give up hope in this shitstorm.”
The machine pumping saline and poisons into S has an oddly soothing rhythm about it. Neil Armstrong died this week and the History Channel is celebrating his life on the television in front of me. Did you know the moon is so bright and reflective of the sun because moon ‘dirt’ is something like 30%-60% glass? At least I think that’s what they said. Since lunar science isn’t why I’m here, I’m paying attention to everything while retaining almost nothing today.
On a lighter note, after about a year of wanting, I’ve finally purchased garden and kitchen compost bins. I asked TB the other night if he thought we could get down to one bag of trash every month between recycling and composting. I bet we can.
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