Sometimes it is so lovely to just lie on your soft bed with kitties, lamplight, and the Cowboy Junkies.
Here's Miep in the morning sun.
As of this morning, E is making slow and painful, but steady progress. Say a good word for him.
Then I became embroiled in a family contretemps with Aah who is chronically ill, on steroids, angry, and afraid. It is all so so sad. And I find it painful to not be able to comfort close ones. I understand existential pain well. And part of this misunderstanding is the legacy of family secrets and problems. Another part is the culture clash of the divorced parents, my father raising us, his second family in boys' town; the other side, the divorced mother was from a vociferiously female cabal and the offspring there were raised very differently.
This is the view from my bed.