So my mother has been feeling ill just of late, and she went and got checked out, and lo and behold she has
Covid 19.
It's hard to maintain the
optimism of
objectivity. Even with her past health problems -- what the bean-counters would deem
pre-existing conditions -- the chances are high that she will recover without incident, as the bulk of those fallen ill do. But I am pulled at by concerns for her
age, for her
weight, for her
ethnicity, for her not-too-distant-past battles with illnesses great and small. I will mix
worry and
wonder in a shaker and drink them down, and accept that the
Universe will continue to unfold as it ought.
I have plans afoot for a flashy
launch for my latest
book in another week or so, but those suddenly seem.... more distant. So, more on that another day. Blessings!!