The Enchanter's Theorem

Picture did not post from home. Will fix tonight.

Woke up to realize I need to finish, well, everything this week, and then promptly forgot my lunch and a box I needed to ship this morning. And I haven't picked up my drycleaning in a dog's age, so gods' know what they've done with my pants. *sigh*

Oh well. Some mornings the Momma Brain works better than others.

I did get a lot accomplished last night, so clearly, it's making up for it with this morning.

Morning's quiet.

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In personal news, I got some that was disquieting. My grandfather was apparently in the hospital for a week and has been diagnosed with congestive heart failure. In other words, if he catches the flu, hell, if he catches anything, the consequences are pretty dire. On top of that, just over time, his heart is going to grow weaker and weaker.

I am sad and I'm not. He's going to be 92 soon. He lost his wife, my dear grandmother, over ten years ago now. I've always been amazed that he lingered for us this long, because I know he misses her. And I know he misses my father.

When my grandmother knew she was dying, she sent me a poem titled, Called Home. Last night, I found out that my grandfather is getting that call. I wouldn't keep him here, when I truly believe he has loved ones waiting for him.

I'm just going to miss him and his letters.

And because it never travels alone, I also found out that one of my aunts has had her cancer possibly return.

I dread news of the third. Because this always travels in threes in my world. And these things always arrive in December. I don't know why. It may be why I cherish the small lights of the holidays as much as I do.

I refuse to give in to the long dark.

In the meantime, I am utterly grateful that I have such a man as my grandfather. Another time, I'll tell you a bit about him.