The downside of the exertion it takes for me to go across town for a self-care trip to the Oregon Zoo (which now only happens every two or three weeks, not weekly like it did pre-pandemic) is that I always forget that it’s not the next day when I feel it, but the day after that. Today, in other words. I feel like I’m stuck in a gravity swell, and inopportune parts of me ache.
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