Too many disconnected thoughts for a single coherent post, so ...
- The guy who I thought would quit in the first week ... quit in the first week.
- I've cleaned and decorated the public areas of my dwelling, but I have yet to have anyone over. For shame.
- Yesterday I struggled to build the nerve to make a phone call to some friends with whom I'd lost contact, but after several minutes of hemming and hawing (I'm not sure what either of those actions really involve) I just said "one-two-three go!" and dialed, and an hour and a half later it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Two and half years hadn't changed these friends a bit. They were as super-cool as I remembered them, and a broken link has been restored.
- My ex-roomate and husband designate's mother was recently diagnosed with cancer of the smooth muscle. As cancer goes, it's not too painful, but deadly, and it strikes quick. It was already well advanced by the time it was discovered, and there's little that can be done. She has started to bleed internally, and her blood count is dropping fast, which prohibits chemo. It's questionable whether she will be able to attend Micah's wedding, if she can even hang on for another few weeks. It's tearing her children to pieces. Her daughter Calista was completely exhausted at the meeting tonight. It's hard to imagine the simultatneous blend of joy and heartache that Micah must be churning.
Everytime this system deals another cruel stab, it's another reminder of why it's got to go, soon. I can't fathom how those without the resurrection hope handle something like this.