Slow

Things are a little slow here right now.  It is one of those weeks that I don't like very much -- one where I have something I have to do each night.  As a rule, I like to be out no more than two nights during a week.  But this week, that's not the case.  So I'm sort of just moving from one day to the next, one commitment to the next, and anticipating the weekend where there is very little on the schedule.

Besides the overscheduled feeling, I've got two people very much on my mind and in my prayers this week.  One is the dear woman who asked me to sell Melanie Wilkes to her -- on Friday night, coming out of a restaurant with her family, she fell and broke her hip.  She's had surgery and is doing well, recovering in hospital, anticipating rehab, and is expected to make a full recovery.  Still.

The other is the grandson of another dear blogless friend whose young grandson had a medical emergency of a mysterious nature this week.  He was rushed to hospital and stabilized, is undergoing tests and seeing specialists.  Terribly scary.

Going, worrying, hostessing, fretting.  That's my week.  So I'm anticipating the weekend.  When I'll have a chance to just be.