This week has been very difficult. I’ve thought it was Tuesday all day. One of our patients was talking about her sister-in-law that commited suicide. She’s praying for us. I am reluctant to return the calls from guys who skulked around waiting for my number. I am loathe to call a friend of mine for fear I may burst into tears. I would love to call Grant but can’t find his number. Richard called but didn’t leave a number… is that such a bad thing? I am not in the mood to spend time with people very often and I don’t know if it’s due to recent events or if I’m being anti-social. Just when I thought I was ready to go back to normal.
Well. The book is coming along nicely. Thanks for all the encouragement. Still need a photographer.