For yesterday:   1. & 2. Yes.   3. I am going to count jum'a today. The khutba was in Arabic but not very long, so I just let the words flow over me and tried to relax into the feeling.   4. I got two walks in!   5. I got back to several people today as well, and now have a meetup with one on Wednesday.   The jum'a was smaller than I expected, perhaps a dozen people. It went about as well as I could have hoped for. I only had to tell people I wasn't married three times, and was asked where I was really from in the most respectful and non-offensive way I have ever heard. There are a few other women who are roughly the same age as me, so perhaps I will click with someone in the fullness of time.   Also had a really good conversation with my son that is a good reminder for myself too. He's been working on building his own community since he's in college and at the start of his own independence. He's been attending a mosque youth group and a church youth group (he likes the open spirituality, doesn't care about the doctrine), and he's at the point where he wants to drop the mosque one. He feels like he stands out too much, yet isn't wanted as himself. He cannot openly talk about his opinions or the way he lives without judgment. If he is wanted, it's as a trophy, the token white. He'll always be an outsider. And I know from personal experience that at eighteen in such groups too, you start to get people trying to hook you up and police you, so the judgment is extra strong. And it's hard for me to make a case for keeping it up when I felt the same at his age. (I was scared away from a mosque at eighteen after only two visits by people trying to marry me off to their relatives.) And I feel many of the same things too. But I think the thing to pull from that experience, and which I can pull from my own experience, is the perspective that it gives you on the struggles of others. Because this must be exactly how many black and brown people going to events where they know they will be the only one. Or how a new immigrant whose English isn't very good feels trying to meet people in their community. It's why expats and immigrants tend to stick so hard to their own when they have the chance - it's really hard to break out of that bubble. So I think it's good to know that feeling.

Week 4 Friday Bonus gym cardio workout (+10 xp) gives me another ranged attack against the turkey which also misses (7 to hit). This is a little ridiculous. Oh well. Also did some bouldering (+3 xp) and finished one new V3 (+2 xp). I got pretty close on another one, so maybe next week I'll get it. Chopped some more blackberries, but again, no feathers for arrow making. Did candles and teeth, so that's another short rest.   Turkey: 3 hp Short Rests: 22 Week 4: 45 xp

I like this a lot. I'm always amazed at how a few simple lines can express so much character. This was definitely me as a child, clomping around in rubber boots to play in puddles and ponds.

Combo time: 3 & 4 - Boots & Exotic (though the latter's a little thin, but it's all I could come up with). It feels slightly incomplete, but a weather headache kicked in 1/2 way though and I've lost the thread by today.    

I kinda love those days when my "lift heavy stuff" box gets ticked doing Regular Life Activities. Way to go, moving the headboard! And yeah, under the bed is second only to behind appliances for those "have I literally EVER cleaned this???" moments.   I hope a lot of those little tasks chain nicely into a productive putter and you find yourself at the end of the day going, "yep, I did good."

Congrats on getting the redress sorted. It helps to know there's something coming, even if it is a ways in the future.   I've also had a lot of low phases over the past few years, and it's been hard to find the activity-nutrient that my plant-soul is missing. Or rather, every time I think I've dialled it in, it changes? Anyway, I feel your woe, and I hope you will happen upon something you can get deep enough into to recharge, whether that's just literally resting more (I have a friend who is so much more vibrant since they started napping!) or revisiting a beloved activity you haven't made time for recently.

Seems like you're on a real roll this week, including rolling with challenges like your back.    I still love that you're reading The Hobbit to your horse. Whereabouts in the story are you?   Wishing you speedy stair stringing so you can thumb your nose at the rain.

I love your witchy boots SO MUCH! Ribbon laces make everything cooler.  Your bujo spread is awesome too, and I looooove that door.  But I think my favourite photo you shared this week is the blackened branch poking up from the grass.  It looks like it could be about to rise and intone something spooky at any moment, or like it might mark the boundary between the mortal world and somewhere spookier.  You stayed on the right-hand side of it, I hope? Or carried some rowan for protection?

When I read a mostly truly excellent poem, while someone is hosting a poetry thread, I would be remiss not to share it, even if said host introduced me to the source of the poem.     The part is bolded particularly spoke to me on this reading. I've decided to paint a painting to put it on. I'll start it today, but it might take a few sitting to do. And agreed with the spoiler. 

That... that is the way it is worded. That is the only way to word it. I'm so confused.     I would like strength training to be that for me, too, but I can't really ignore the data and sheer convenience of walking.     Ugh, I know. I need so much more of it.