Life does like to keep me on my toes

Yesterday was spent in a state of background anxiety as I went through my usual Wednesday split shift of work (morning at the university library, evening teaching eReader classes). A friend was in for very unexpected surgery to remove a large tumor from her brain and every story of this diagnosis and procedure that I had heard neglected to have a happy ending.

It wasn't until late in the evening that I managed to get in contact with someone who knew how things were going. My friend had made it through the surgery, out of recovery, and was in the ICU. She had not woken up yet, but the doctor was optimistic. So today I hover in that state of being a little too nervous to be relieved. I think I will need a hug from her before I will be settled with this whole situation.

And every night, dreams of my sister. I don't know if it is the threat of another close death so soon or just part of some sort of mental cycle, but every night, all night, for the past few days have been riddled with dreams of my sister. 

I think, in a couple weeks when it is released, I will bring her a copy of the book my story was in. She was so excited I was being published. That, more than all the family obligation-driven trips to the burial site, would have meaning for me.

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I feel I should never have added digital scrapbooking to the curriculum of my computing center. It leads me to create things like this. hey, muffins_of_god, you are in there!