The best day
Yesterday I went to the family farm to celebrate Easter. Not everyone could make it out on Sunday, so we went when the most amount of family could make it out, on Friday. I didn’t know which day would be Easter anyway (I’m not religious, and religion I pay any semblance of attention to is Judaism).
It was the best day since I’ve been home.
I got to walk without my walker outdoors, in fresh air and sunshine, for the first time in almost half a year. That was my favorite part.