And though we be but mortal

[sienamystic]

Thanks, everyone, for the very kind words of support. I'm hoping I can plan logically for all the fuss that lies ahead of me. My headspace keeps fluctuating between "Ah, well, it'll all be ok" to self-pitying tears that just sort of leak out while I'm trying to distract myself. I'm also trying to keep myself away from feeling frail and invalidish just because some part of my brain is telling me that's what I'm supposed to do in situations like this. All I need is a black shawl and a rocking chair, and I can mimic Bemo's grandmother Hortense. She would tell all the children at the holidays that this might be her last time with them until they all met up in Heaven. Woe, woe.

I've been mostly motionless on the sofa for the day, although I did bestir myself to throw a roast in the oven. The cats have taken the opportunity and been snuggly all day, which is a nice since it's so cold out. And I have hot chocolate that I should make.

All will be well and all will be well and all manner of things shall be well. I hope and trust.