distress

[dancing_crow]

As I said before, my favorite sister-in-law is dying of cancer. I seem to be filling pages (and pages and PAGES) of sketchbooks and notebooks with impassioned poetry that all boils down to "don't die" along with various more or less grim observations of outliving people. I had started posting them, and realized they are just FINE locked up in disastrous handwriting on my various pieces of paper. (As a side note, I started writing with my non-dominant hand because it slowed the process down. Also it rendered the writing more nearly illegible, which is fine because I do not think I want to ever read this again.)

Thank you for your sympathy, and kindness. Distraction is welcome. Tell me something good.