Drove down to Kennebunk and back like a real person.

My childhood friend, Kirk Hotte, and his family are visiting Maine from London. I had not seen them in almost 4 years, and so, even though they are staying all the way down in Kennebunkport, I took the last two days to drive myself down to see them. I stayed overnight in Brunswick, but the next day, I drove down to Portland, saw my two nephews, had some lunch and then drove the remaining hour to Cape Porpoise. Usually that drive is not a full hour, but there were a stunning amount of road closures.  and then, after hanging out with them and their two great boys, I made a simple dinner, and then drove the three hours back home. For me, it was a remarkable trip. I have not been able to do something that required that much energy since slightly before I was diagnosed, way back in April.

Of course, I am tired today, and will take some extra naps and recharge. But the fact that I could do it at all is exciting. I also was able to run a few simple errands - two at big box stores, which even when I am feeling at my best I find tiring. This morning I am at the camp - so relaxing, but after lunch I am going to try to rally and at least unload the car down at the house. That takes so work because our drive is actually quite a climb from the front door. It will be a good workout.