The hacker has cooked up something for the house. It’s brought to my room to keep me off the stairs up and down. What a precious gift to receive this! I am filled with such gratitude, and humbled to have this kind of life where I am helped in this difficulty.
The house members eat together in silence at the table in the kitchen. Mine is at a lap-desk in bed.
The food-offering is uploaded:
The food-offering is gladly and deliciously downloaded:
The hacker’s organic kimchi jji-gae (유기능 김치찌) — kimchi soup. This today is the clearest cleanest most appropriately robust kimch jjigae eaten in a really long time. Excellent. I slurped it all up and could have handled more. But it was enough, too.
Then, back to some heating of the injured area again. Flat on the bed. Hopefully just a short way-station until I have enough physiotherapy and light movement to begin walking confidently on it again anytime soon. I can’t even imagine when that will be. Birth. Aging. Sickness. Death.
Lying hearing this: