Todo Cambia

The dear folks who can repair house things came today.
Everything's a wreck: drop cloths inside; boards over drying cement outside.
Furniture in unaccustomed places.
Mishka the cat has been taking refuge in the few undisturbed pieces of furniture, and on my desk beside the laptop.

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As I am reading of fundamental changes in friends' lives, I discover that the mother of my old friend, with whom I stayed in Philadelphia, went suddenly from enjoying her new place in an excellent elder-residence, to having suffered, perhaps, a stroke. Her husband died very recently, z'l, and she may wish to follow.

I understand that wish.
I'm still here.
And still, some days, I feel that wish.

Not today.
Today, I sought out Mercedes Sosa on youtube, singing "Todo Cambia"---everything changes.
The song will accompany me upstairs to bed.
Good night.