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Friday at last. This is a week worth tucking into the past. I'm more or less done with my firm commitments for the week, just following up on some loose ends before business as we know it pauses for two days. The world never really sleeps unless inconvenient. I've had to tell three different people about EL in the last two days that didn't know and asked how she was doing. It's like taking a shot in the emotional solar plexus. I can make it through the story without crying so I suppose that is progress worth noting. Today marks 6 weeks since my grandmother's surgery. It seems like just yesterday that my mother, aunt, Beth, and I were standing in the recovery room. Where has that time gone? First it's 6 weeks, then it's 6 years. It's the best I could hope for in my postliminary survival. Camron doesn't get off until late, so she'll not likely arrive until after midnight. I need to find some firewood before cocktail hour.