The very next morning, after my brother in law brought me my muffin. I made myself my first cup of coffee. Was so delicious. I wasn't going to over due it. Just one cup and nothing unusual.
The next morning was nice and sunny. I asked for nothing from the bakery, I had my plan set. I wasn't telling my brother in law. Not out of cruelty but more that he'd be concerned about it. I was going to walk all the way to the bakery.
He left his normal time, about 7. I waited until about 7:30 and decided it was then. It was a very hot summer that year, but the mornings were fine. So I wanted to give myself time. I checked that I had my keys. I checked I had my cell phone. I was off walking with trepidation. More giddy than nervous until I hit the end of the road street that lead me to cross and make the gentle uphill to the bakery.
Slowly I walked, cautiously, making sure I wasn't over exerting myself at all. I remember stopping a few times, once halfway uphill I questioned the sanity of it. Feeling reassured and the sheer adventure of being able to to it I continued. The hill crested and just a few tenths of a mile between the bakery and me. I was excited. I'd done it. I felt oddly empowered. I wasn't tired and I was just thinking of my muffins and taking them home to enjoy with the coffee.
I was greeted like a long lost friend, it felt good. Told the girls that were there what had transpired. I'd not been doing the bakery runs since late April. They'd wondered where I was. Feeling good that I was missed, good to talk to some new people I departed warning them I'd be back.
I made the descent downhill, happy, giddy, and enthused. At home I made coffee, can't remember if the dog even knew I left. She had begun sleeping under a chair in my brother in law and sisters bed room. I let her be. It was time to relax and that I did.
I even went out back, the dog joined me then for a bit. It was a glorious morning and I felt full of promise and hope. Yes! I was going to be getting my old life back! With a passion!
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