February 8, 1997 – What Kind of Day was This?
Saturday morning, I received a phone call from R. M. that Suzanne was ill and that R. and I were to lead the workshop that was scheduled for 11:00. This was really weird! We had to improvise most of the morning, but somehow, we managed. Several people, including myself, explained how Suzanne’s “new therapy” worked and how they felt about it.
After the strange workshop, I had my first walk outdoors since the surgery. Boy! Did it make me exhausted. When we got home, I really had to listen to my body and I took a long nap.