there was a kind of arc to the day. did you feel it? it started like a life of ease, then an accumulation, then a more tired ease. i felt myself connecting, sort of implicitly, i thought i would miss having mister here, but i held him a lot and picked him up a couple times. i felt the invisible connective tissue i sometimes feel, meshing the air, stepping and feeling the texture of the ground in my new supple-skin feet. i saw my old therapist and she came to greet mister and me, and i felt a warmth between us, and no shame for having left that room.