Just wanted to check in. All is okay here.
Thursday's support group discussion was primarily taken up with conversation about losing Stephanie. I saw Michael in the hallway after both groups broke up (the patients' and the caregivers' groups meet at the same time). We hugged, cried and talked briefly.
I was a bit (understatement) stressed over finishing a grant last week. Our computer crashed 5 times in 15 minutes while I was trying to type, so I gave up and did the work at synagogue. Using a Windows PC, I might add, which was kind of tough on my brain after so many years on a Mac. I had a meeting later that same night. I did finish the grant on Friday, and it was submitted before the 3 PM deadline.
We had a lovely Shabbat dinner with friends, where my chocolate snowball cake was a big hit. (Imagine a flour less chocolate cake, shaped like a dome, and covered in whipped cream.) I went to synagogue on Saturday morning as usual. In the afternoon and evening I devoured the last 400 pages of Stephen King's new novel, 11/22/63, which I recommend strongly to anyone who likes King's fiction, or who likes science fiction/fantasy, or who grew up in the 50s, or who is keen on the theories behind President Kennedy's assassination. (Yes, that 11/22/63.) This may be one of the best novels I've read, certainly one of King's best -- for me it falls second only to The Stand, which I loved so much I've read it several times over the years.
This morning we went for a very long walk with Bobka, and I am pleased that I could do the whole two miles. Soon I am off to a singing lesson and tonight we plan to attend a sheloshim minyan marking the 30th day since a friend lost a parent.
And I should mark here that last Friday was Bobka the dogka's seventh birthday. Hippo birdie two ewes to him (say it out loud), although I am sure he'd prefer a doggie biscuit. Rik and I are lucky to have such a great animal friend in our lives.