This despite watching something positive happen yesterday: my cousin Cindy, whom I call Basketball Cindy to distinguish from my sister-in-law Twin Mom Cindy, had successful knee surgery. I stayed with her during her time in the recovery room, along with her parents. The doctor did good work, the nurses did good work, her parents were there and supportive, and we all helped make it a safe environment in which Cindy could heal. She’s an amazingly strong young woman in a multitude of ways, but everyone benefits from the sort of support we get in my family.
My family kicks ass. Have I said that before?
I think it helped a little bit that in the evening I went for a walk, trying to clear my head in the cold-ish night, then I was useful by shopping for groceries. Soon I’ll go to work and be useful there.
And I’m still enjoying the twists and turns of Mr. King’s Dark Tower series. I’m approaching the climax of Book Five, Wolves of the Calla, and have had a good time doing the mental exercise of trying to summarize the intricacies of this series in a way that wouldn’t be totally confusing to a non-Dark Tower reader. Suffice it to say that it’s the sort of story I hope I can tell, in spirit if not in its full 3,700-page scope. I’m drawn to parallel-world stories and time travel stories; I love seeing stories where the effect happens, and then the cause happens, and it all occurs in a way that makes sense. I’m not so big on vampire stories (except for The Big One, Bram Stoker’s novel Dracula), but that’s a small part of what Wolves is about.
There. I feel better. Having time to myself this morning to sit back and read blogs probably helped, too.
