Forgive my radio silence. This dervish...she has been a-whirling. Details at some future time.
Tonight, my mind is on my father, who will undergo a surgery later this week. Of course, at his age it makes me anxious, but I have many reasons to stay positive, and so I will.
I am also heartened by his strict orders that I am to carry out this week:
When he awakes in the recovery room, I am to greet him with a Ben and Jerry's milkshake I have smuggled past the nurses' desk. I know that the promise of a stiff cup of coffee helps me out of bed most mornings so I am quite sure that indulging in a creamy milkshake will help him back on his feet.
Godspeed, Ben, Jerry, and Bill.