This week has been probably the easiest of the Month. Wait, it is only the first week of October. But if this week sets the tone for the rest of the month, we will finally be (as I told a friend earlier) on the lighter side of hell.

1. That when Sunday plans to meet friends out get changed at the last minute for them to sit around my kitchen instead. Not only is the response, of course! But being told this is so much better than going out.
2. On Saturday walking with my favorite cancer survivor in the Boston breast cancer walk. There were mimosas made in the parking garage (is it still a mimosa when there isn’t enough OJ?), walking along the Charles as we laughed our tatas off, followed by breakfast in the City. Adulting at its finest for a great cause.
3. Laughing over a friend not to tag her on social, then she ends up in the news!
4. Running into a friend at the grocery store, us both laughing as we said we have five minutes to catch up. Then wondering why we only see one another at the market, when we live less than a block from one another.
5. The Bruins are back. Enough said.
6. Getting a call out of the blue from a friend about her son’s IEP and being there to bounce ideas off one another.
7. All packed for our last camping weekend and remembering Bridget’s diapers this time.
8. Being able to laugh at my MIL who walked her 93-year-old self to bingo this week when her ride cancelled at the last minute. Yes, we are concerned that she walked along a road with no sidewalks but am also in awe at her stubbornness and fortitude. Hmm…that’s where Bridget gets it from!
9. Earlier this week, when I posted a blog post I realized that I have shared snippets of Bridget’s story in 1,000 posts. That people still read, people care to learn about the struggles and the times when things are all sunshine. To have a reader this week message me that my words matter and give their family hope. That it doesn’t always have to be funny, but it always has to be real.
10. That while it is the first weekend in October, it is still warm enough for moments like this, where I recharge at my happy place and leave the world behind for an hour.