It has been both a good and a strange day.
The first call, in the morning, was from favorite cousins wishing me a happy birthday.
I reached some of Zalman's family, as I try to do on Sunday mornings, and was reached in turn.
Then the email, with its unrelenting stream of bad news and dreadful possibilities, ate up the rest of my morning.
I did get to visit a friend recently home from the hospital, and to take a walk. Right now, Bracha the cat is dozing beside me on her blankie.
I had planned to begin today to enter the writing project once more, and here it is, after 9 P.M. and I have not done it. So: in order to begin this new year with creativity and resolve, I am ending this entry early, going back to the newly-cleared desk and resuming what I left off the day after the election. It is a new year, and I cannot allow all of this to derail me so completely any longer. At 68 I am closer by far to the end than to the beginning, and if I have anything of value to write, I had better get to it while I still have most of my marbles.
To all of you who sent me birthday greetings---thank you! This year, I really am needing that support and encouragement; and just that light touch, that contact, is greatly appreciated.