Write four lines of prose about: checking in.
Appointment went fine this morning. Definitely feels like we're returning to it could happen at any time territory now.
Had our first BBQ dinner of the year this evening. I did up some potatoes and skewered chicken, to go with some green beans out of the freezer and a few leftovers from lunch in Penticton. The three of us hung out on the deck afterward until dark arrived to shoo us inside.
I do so enjoy this time of year.
"Hi son, how are things?"
"Mom... you really don't need to check in on me like this."
"What, can't a mother care about her son anymore?"
"Mom... there's caring... and then there's calling every ten minutes."