Can’t Think of a Title

Finally, a moment to write. First we were scrambling to get into contract on a co-op apt. that we found 12 days before the federal tax credit expired — and we weren’t at all ready to buy when we found it, so it was / is a ton of work.

The moment we got the contracts in the hands of the lawyers, we packed for a brief vacation to Austin. Being on vacation with a baby? Delightful, but not the loungefest I think of when I think “vacation.”

While in Austin, I learned that my sister had been hospitalized for pneumonia. Not a pretty thing for anyone, let alone someone without the strength to cough on her own on a good day. So we jumped on a plane, me and Henry.

Now Henry is with his dad and I’m in the Family Lounge at the hospital waiting to be let back into Beth’s room, where we might just sit, or I might read aloud to her. She’s much better off when she is sleeping, and she is sleeping a lot.

If you are a praying sort, it’s time to pray for Beth’s comfort and sense of well-being. If you’re just a thinker and a wisher, these things work, too. Thanks.