This afternoon I learned that Elaine Marie Alphin went home. She's a long way from well, but she is better than I ever imagined she could be again when I first heard the news about her stroke.
A lot of stuff is wrong with this week. I'd have one twice as bad, if it would help Elaine get better.
If only we could take all the minor miserable stuff, the rejections and the vermin in the attic and the badly-timed bills and the interpersonal friction and just stuff that gets us down, and trade it in for an improvement in somebody else's major miserable stuff - wouldn't that be grand? You've got to deal with this little crap anyway; it'd be nice to get some good out of it.
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