I’ve worried obsessively about two things each day for the past month, and that one month has seemed to last forever. I worry that I’m going to fall down and break something, and I worry that I’m going to crash my car. It’s damn cold. It’s so cold that I have been wrapping my scarf around my face and wearing the hood up on my coat. I’ve worn tights under my slacks, and layers of shirts and sweaters. I crave fleece, hot coffee, and my space heater. I can’t get my bath water hot enough to relieve the cold that has crept into my bones. At night we all cuddle together under blankets. We eat foods that warm us and add to our bulk. We’ve become slow and deliberate as we move around the house wrapped in blankets. Continue Reading »
“Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news.”
A lot of people are mad at me tonight. Well, maybe it’s not me they’re mad at, but there has not been a shortage of people who have blasted their anger and disappointment my way this evening.
I knew this day was coming, and I have dreaded it. I have secretly cherished conversations or email exchanges with certain people, because I knew that SOON, they were going to be upset with me. The ax was going to fall eventually, and they would know the truth, or the results, results that I have already known for about a week. Having people upset with me is part of my job. It’s a role that I have voluntarily accepted, however reluctantly. Continue Reading »