2/1 Back to Manhattan last night, a journey through rain and fog. A journey on which I passed only a single car, which lets me conclude that I was pretty much the slowest on the road. I did ask J to tell me if she felt I was going too fast, and she said yes, actually.

I did too much. I cleaned the apartment by carrying chairs from the living room into the bath room and lifting the sofa table onto the sofa and then setting the robot loose. I also mop-cleaned manually with a broom after I could not get the mop robot to work, and all that was, unfortunately, too much, and my ribs hurt again like a few days ago and I wonder just how much healing I may have destroyed, how many days I’ve thrown myself back.