I don't know what to write about...
everything feels too big to tackle.
A tsunami slammed Japan while Dad fell out of bed, 4:30 yesterday morning and almost broke his neck. He is in the hospital as I write this. The good news, no surgery. The bad news, a neck brace for three months. 3?
the earth shifted four inches on its axis, Michael said.
Some days it feels like we're skating on very thin ice.
Still, I am buoyed up by love:
family and friends, a yoga studio full of arms-wide-open students, Tami, the laughing nurse, Dad's amazing spirit these past thirty-six uncertain hours, and the woman at the traffic light who directed me (and my empty gas tank) towards the Shell station off of Cedar Crest Boulevard.
