Boston -- lots of people and little time to write

I look forward to the days when I'm not so emotional.  Who knows when that will be.  Sigh...

Between Dad's progress, school, and now work I feel like I get no rest.  I'm basically not sleeping, and yet I feel like this is where I'm supposed to be.

Today (well, now yesterday) Dad went home after three awful months -- months I hope I never have to repeat.  I am astute enough to realize that at some point I probably will have to relive them, either with my own family or another, but I hope it's a while yet.  Dad still has a long way to go, and was never long on patience, but in the midst of his confusion and pain I hope he realizes what he needs to do.  My recollection of him is that he was always good at prioritizing important tasks -- I hope that's still in him somewhere.

Today my Hebrew Bible teacher tearfully announced that her husband has bladder cancer and is having surgery pretty immediately.  I wanted to hug all 80, bony pounds of her so badly.  I cried on the shuttle all the way to work.  Her lecture today was emotional, and afterward I wanted to tell her about what was going on in my life, and that God was still a god of miracles and love and comfort.  I may still send her a note -- I don't know if that's creepy and weird.

Tonight I went out with some friends and had a wonderful time.  I'm fairly certain that my worries of finding friends were misguided, nevertheless they were real at the time.  I hope I get to introduce them to people at home at some point -- I'm not one who likes to live with separate but equal friend groups.  I think MLK Jr. would be okay with that, but I have yet to get into his papers to research it.

I really need to sleep, after all, tomorrow (well, today really) is another day, and I have to be at work at 8:30am.  Yay...

To all of you who I don't get to talk to frequently, which is most of you, know that I love and miss you.  I hope your lives are as blessed as mine has been of late!