As I was heading to the car to go grocery shopping -- an all-too frequent errand that requires no higher cerebral activity than to decipher the scratchings on the scrap of paper that serves as my shopping list -- I noticed myself smiling, or rather, I realized that the muscles of my face were stretched in a way that would indicate to others able to view my face that I was smiling. So what of it?
I realized how pleasant it was to be able to do daily tasks again without too much effort: I can walk up and down stairs without clinging to the banister, maneuver in tight spaces, pick up objects from the floor, shower in normal way, and wear clothes other than shorts or loose-fitting slacks and sneakers.
So today is a pause from documenting tortures or small gains to look at the big picture and reflect on how little things can mean a lot.
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