Today is not breathing room. I was woken at eight o'clock by a doctor's phone call and kept awake by pain after that. The alarm I set last night when I thought I was going to get more than three hours' sleep just went off. This is a terrible month. I am supposed to do something nice this afternoon with
rushthatspeaks, but I am just tired of my body being even less endurable to be trapped inside than usual. I feel like an object lesson. I feel like a scratched record.
Late yesterday afternoon, I went walking with
spatch around a loop of the Mystic River in Medford and back into Somerville. We saw swans with their cygnets and ducks with their ducklings and water lilies and slow green-silted water and glossy eddies and kids playing. He took a picture of me that I wish accurately represented my life.

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Late yesterday afternoon, I went walking with
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