I’m kind of drifting through right now. I can only focus on getting as much work done as possible because the monster is moving through my family still. There is still so much to experience, to say, to enjoy. I hope the cancer dies in them. I hope this thing in me does not become it, either. Health is not a promise. Since my emotions are tangling up and staying in the background I shall pour them into my writing as I have before.
