Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Sunday, July 31, 2016
I pour our frozen vegetable scraps into the tubs of compost at the green market at Grand Army Plaza, stuff the plastic bags in to the trash, and head back out of the park. The sky is threatening rain, so there's no reason to linger, especially with how slow I'm walking lately, but I pull out my phone and open the app that's been motivating me to work a little harder on my physical recovery.
I know I can hit at least two extra Pokéstops on the way home if I just walk a little farther.
(Later that night, when I have to hit the painkillers, I pause to reflect that maybe I may have pushed a little too hard, too soon.)