Plantar fascitis fucking hurts. Drove me to a dark place on Sunday. I have written sixteen letters to friends. Pain began moderating on Monday afternoon.

The highlight of my day was listening to The Academic Imperfectionist where Rebecca Roache made some sharp observations on the concept of perfection by way of the philospher Plato.

Also hearing her mention that she now has seven cats made me happy.

Odin, the real life black cat of my little flash fiction stories, is going to his forever home on Friday the 26th after spending two years at the rescue. This is bittersweet.

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