A pleasant start, with a moderate drop in weight, which was welcome. I'm working to exit 2022 at a desired annual average, and I'm looking on track to do so. Dog walk included coming across a nice patio table being discarded by a neighbor that I picked up for our backyard use. Lucky's still on my shit list for pissing. But the cleaning efforts of myself and Jen last night and tonight appear to have managed the issue well enough. Lucky is officially an 'outdoor dog' when we leave the house. We're considering a few other isolation ideas, but he's best put out back if it's not raining. Work was non-stop chaos, but I felt present and engaged and pushed back where appropriate. I heard back from Bonnie Bradley and met her and her Brother Scott briefly tonight at Starbucks. I gave her the box full of her mom's menus with all the notes and dates and such on them. She was grateful, and we talked about the house and our parents and aging and all that jazz. I ran the idea by my mom and followed up by giving Bonnie her email so she and her siblings could coordinate visiting the house. I can totally relate to that concept. I'd love to go back to Friar St and see as an adult the home I only knew as a child. I did Tommy the favor of getting his tires from Goodyear, and I did him the favor of putting them on the side of the house too. That was actually for me.
