Hope is nice

Not many changes since our last chat.

My "retirement" (not exactly the word that precisely describes it... oh, to save time, let's just call it "departure") from my previous employer has gone public in their quarterly newsletter, and now I "get" to explain it further to people who want more details. But that's OK, it needed doing, and I think I'm over a lot of the resentment that I carried with me about said departure.

I've been trying to walk when I could, to take whatever "exercise" I can, but I still spend a lot of time in the bed. It's down to "I need to spend a few minutes lying down" rather than "I need to spend a few hours lying down," which is good.

I'm still on a "non-creative" streak, alas; I'd rather be writing music, presentations, anything, but time gets sucked up with "doing business" or "twiddling technology" and then I have to lie down for a while (see above), all of which is annoying. Yeah, I get stuff done, but not what I want to do.

But, as with M.S. itself, that's life, ain't it?

Plans for this afternoon: My parents are in town, we're going to go to our favorite Taiwanese Tea Shop, and I'm going to treat my mother to How Tea Is ACTUALLY Made; she's a teabags-are-just-fine type, I expect there's going to be a lot of "Well! Would you look at that!" and other Fun Things Moms Say, but I'm sure it's going to be, at the end of the day, fun. Then, dinner at our favorite "vegan sushi" place. It's so nice to be on a non-dairy-for-any-reason diet but still enjoy a restaurant where I can eat anything.

And with any luck, I won't have to interrupt the proceedings to lie down for a while.

Perhaps... there'll be pictures to share, the next time we chat. And with even more luck, there'll be a "next time" for us to chat.

Hope is nice. No matter how it manifests within us. And if things work out... they'll work out.

They always do.