I am currently on a three-week break between physical therapy sessions so I can try running just a bit. I am doing one-to-two-minute intervals, currently. I’m supposedly on the mend, but after today’s run, which consisted of a mere 15 minutes of running broken up over a 45-minute walk, my hip is hurting again. Maybe it’s fatigue, or maybe I strained or knotted up the psoas again. Needless to say, this is vexing in the extreme.

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Egon, on the other hand, is my injury rehab hero. He is loving his little daily walks through the neighborhood (as am I — we always see interesting things while out and about). He even got me up from a nap yesterday by whining for me to let him down off the couch, after which he then stood in front of the door and looked at me pointedly. Whenever he sees me putting on my shoes, he runs over, grabs the shoelace, tugs on it, and then runs back over to the front door. It is adorable, I cannot lie. When we go out, he just strides around so confidently, and can even be witnessed bounding around in the grass in front of my building, using the little rabbit-like maneuver he always used to do when excited. I love seeing this more than anything.

The container garden on my patio is off to a great start. The flowers and the basil I planted just over a week ago are doing well and growing already. This past weekend, I bought cilantro, dill, and a cherry tomato plant to go with them. If all goes well, I might be making salads with my very own herbs and tomatoes this summer.

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As I was sitting outside potting the new additions on Sunday, I realized something. You know those stereotypical post-break-up activities that women tend to engage in? At least according to movies and television, I mean? Ice cream consumption, ill-considered haircuts, rebound flings? I think this garden is my break-up garden. I’m not a big ice cream eater. I’m trying to grow out my hair and this have no interest in cutting it. I don’t do flings. So, I suppose, a garden it is. I don’t mind. When life drops you in the dirt, I guess you plant something.