|...and with Mark!|
But even as I lace up my biking shoes, I know it's going to be the last hurrah of the day.
When I come home, I take off my Genium. Legless, I hop around the kitchen to make lunch. I'm pretty productive. I do laundry and dishes standing on one leg. Sitting down, I pay bills, catch up on schoolwork, and start a new novel.
Two years ago, that first trip to the mailbox was a starting point. This one illuminates how far there's still to go.
When the sun sinks below the rooftops on 3rd Street, I head back inside.
Relieved. Lighter. One hop closer to freedom.