My left foot is on the mend and hopefully by this weekend I'll be walking normally, if slower and with greater care.

Before preparing dinner I found myself rereading my account concerning Edna LaMontagne Voegele's impact on my life. Feels like I wrote that a lifetime ago. Worse, I felt distance from my narrative even though it's based on my best recollections from my time as a bookkeeper.

It didn't hurt, but it felt weird.

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