It’s been a rough couple of weeks for The Slayer. Her first experience in our political process was disappointing. And for all the gains made in her physical recovery, she suffers through a few plateaus that discourage her greatly.

Mad Play

Much madness is divinest sense
to a discerning eye.
—Emily Dickinson

Thursday was a big day. Jordan invited me to sit in on her weekly physical therapy session. She loves Kristy, her physical therapist, and she has been bragging to me about their workouts for months. She was excited to show me the studio where they train because she said it was filled with so much fun equipment and games.

In typical Jordan fashion, she nagged me about this visit constantly. We finally set a day and locked it down on my office calendar. My assistant cleared my afternoon of any appointments so that Jordan would have my full and undivided attention.

Jordan was so excited about this day that she planned what she would wear a few days before. She gave me a primer on what to expect the night before. She kept asking me to confirm that it was on my calendar. This was a big deal to her.