Today was a little special.  It was Friday, but I had no infusion.  I worked in the morning, and then showered and dressed for lunch at the Harvard Club with my mentor in computer science and old friend, whom I hadn’t seen in a good twenty years.  We spent several hours together, filling each other in on our respective medical issues and other aspects of our lives.   (He is in a great deal of pain; has had several surgeries and has more to look forward to.)  I’ve promised to keep in touch, and I intend to do that.

I got home to run into a neighbor with whom I’m close friends, but whom I’ve seen very seldom recently.  We chatted for a while (mentioning that there was a parcel for me), and then she spotted my sweetie, who was on his way to get the mail.  I joined him; he’d already collected the box (a Chanukah gift of goodies from my sister).  It took us about fifteen minutes to collect the styrofoam peanuts in the box without scattering them all over the place, but we were ultimately successful.

Then, just as I sat down to make this entry, my next-door neighbor called to ask if she could bring us cookies, which she did.  They were an assortment, and smelled wonderful, and we chatted for a while.

Not an ordinary day at all.  A day of much joy.  Thanksgiving day.