I did something tonight that I haven’t done since May:  I went to choir practice.

The choir takes the summer months off, and since I fell in late August, I’ve been unable to sit up long enough to travel, sit and sing for an hour, and then travel back home.   But tonight, BJ took me.

It was great.  I have been bored to tears over the past five-plus weeks, and seeing everyone was just wonderful.  As an added bonus, the director and his wife both celebrate birthdays this week, so one of the choir members brought cupcakes.

It’s milestones like this that reassure me that I’m healing.  One day at a time.