Try to tighten these muscled: what a meaningful morning

I began a book last night as suggested by my new therapist; it's the kind of book that gives a light to your life. I need light like a drowning fly needs a raft. I am excited because it's a 30 day book of spiritual writing, it ends with making an intention mandala. I am a huge "fan' of mandalas. I use quotations around the word " fan" just like I'd use them to call myself a "writer" or an "artist" or even more far fetched is calling myself a "yogi" or an "athlete."

What do you like to do for fun, my boss's pt asks her as I type this blog on my smart phone. I meant to document a dialogue BC why not. I lifted her off the seat of her Honda Odyssey and a man approaching asks if I need help. No I say, we look sloppy but we do this a lot. He adds that he has helped people like her, his wife is actually recovering from a stroke. She had four brain amuerisms and survived then had a stroke and is mementally all there, just learning to use her limbs again. I looked him in the eye and said "holy moly. You have been through a lot."

Is everything copy? The receptionist saw me looking at the clock a d says time passes, with you? More on that later