Today, Tanja went to the track and walked a full three-mile set, just like the old days, though not at the bruising pace she used to achieve. But give her time.

Then she napped like a champ. Got up and got into the fridge—which attentive readers will recall has ceased to live up to its name and is now just a box where food rots.

That was epic. But did she stop there? No she did not! She tackled all the dishes that our broken dishwasher refused to handle.

It was Tanja versus the machines all afternoon, with Tanja emerging victorious over and over.

We celebrated with a delicious dinner delivered by a kind and talented friend. And then a movie.

It was, all told, a lovely day. What the kids call “chill,” or so I am told.

So chill, in fact, that I was just shutting off the light when Tanja said, “I think it’s great you’re taking a break from the blog.”

OMG. How could I forget?