It’s Monday morning and my sister will get her test results back today… maybe even a prognosis. I’m nervous. I want to find out what she has so it is no longer a mystery, but I don’t want to be faced with the reality of the worst case scenario, if that is indeed the problem.
I haven’t gotten as much done on the thesis this weekend as I would like. J gave me most of Sunday to work on it, but I’m in one of those awful between-tasks bits where I’m not quite sure how to proceed. My goal today is to formulate a question about my next move, however half-baked that question may seem, and send it in an email to my committee.
We have frost on the ground today. Yesterday there was snow in the foothills. We have a lovely view of the Boise foothills from our bedroom window. I’ve never lived in a place where we had any sort of view before, and I am really enjoying it. I spent a good portion of the afternoon with my work laptop in my lap, staring out at the drifting grey cloud formations and patches of blue sky above those distant, snow-dusted knobs.
Ugh. I’m just waiting for something bad to happen today. To hear bad news about my sister. To get a ‘WTF are you doing?’ email from my advisor. To see Ziggy take a turn for the worse. This is going to be one of those days where I have to try really, really hard to not view the world with a distrustful eye.