Zombie Walk

While I slept relatively wonderfully last night (I'm older—sleeping straight through the night is a distant memory), I still had a hell of a time with my morning routine. Damn chemo side effects.

My plan was to do the usual half mile seawall walk but attempt to walk at least part of it without the rollator. Yup, I was aiming to fly solo. Sort of. Jen and Ten would both be there to spot me. They were.

Problem—with the chemo driven issues *ahem* I wasn't able to get out of the house until after the sun was well above the horizon. It's a brilliantly sunny day—fabulous BUT, even with my cap and sunglasses it's hard to see. Also, at the later hour (post sunrise) everyone's out walking Spot, Fido Ralph and Francesca. This means that I need to have a mask on if anyone's within half a block of me—consequently, my sunglasses fog up and I can't fucking see.

ARGH!!!

We did manage to stroll a little bit along the seawall (pics below) but performed at least half of my rehab routine on side streets, in the shade. The main point here is that I did about a quarter mile without the walker. Sure, I'm mostly promenading like a zombie—arms stretched out at my sides like a spectacularly clumsy balance beam walker, each step hesitant as all hell—BUT I DID IT. Progress...cool!

Aside from all that, the water's really pretty at sunrise.

Our good Cake totally knows how to chill.