The Groundhog
Yesterday was a super pleasant day. I walked and I wrote and I read. I thought if this day could be my Groundhog Day, I'd be completely happy. Repeating this very day hundreds of times would be AOK in my book.
Today I walked through the Marche des Enfants Rouges. Then I went to a museum that's all about the history of inventions. It's called Musee des Arts et Metiers. Super beautiful museum. I especially loved the typewriter displays and the camera displays and the final display of old cars that were placed on a curving ramp in a very beautiful restored church. I can't tell you how happy I was in that place. As I was leaving, I thought, It's only 2pm, but this could also be my Groundhog Day. I could repeat this day forever and be totally fine with it.
On my way home, I rolled my ankle in a hole in the sidewalk and now it hurts quite a bit. So I want it on record that I do not want this day to be my Groundhog Day. I want this day to be over ASAP.
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The doctor said I have no fracture, but he gave me all this stuff anyway. Plastic cast thing I have to wear for 6 weeks and he
said I should do some physical therapy over here. YIKES.
Sending all good thoughts. You have done such a lot of walking there - small silver lining? - but will be hard to be grounded for a bit. ❤️