I was on the table for so long today at the chiropractor that my right arm fell asleep. It didn't feel asleep, so I didn't realize it until I reached down to grab my keys...and couldn't control my arm or my hand. Every time something like this happens I have one of those moments when I think "oh crap, not again..."
I shook it out, and by the time I got to the grocery store it was feeling pretty normal, but just in case it was a harbinger of another relapse, I decided to go do something fun during my possible "last day." Up to swing on the swings on the Eastern Prom. The sun was setting, shining across the bay onto South Portland and Fort Gorges, Fall leaves all glowing. The cold wind bit my ears and made me sniffly. I think that's the nicest swingset in Portland.