Quickies
Noah caught a cold and it’s a little scary, this first illness. He’s doing ok, but gah baby goobers. And fear. There’s been this irrational fear something would happen this week, Emily’s week. And so it would have been nice if he hadn’t caught a cold… but that’s life, it always throws you things. And so far it really it quite a normal cold.
Emily things hit hard. I miss her so, and it seems fresh, fresh right now. Fortunately we have the best people to lean on. I have lots to say and then - nothing, actually. Tomorrow’s her birthday. If it had been any other day she would probably have lived. It’s hard. I don’t know. See? It’s not coherent, right now.
We’re still going up to the Briars tomorrow afternoon unless something awful happens overnight; there are doctors in the area just in case, and plus they make the beds and do the cooking and dishes. :) We will be back Thursday night; I may post tomorrow and I may not.
Have a good week and to descend into advice… hug those you love, whether virtually or physically. It’s enough that they’re there and breathing. Truly.
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