It is a mark of life right now that it actually sounded like good news when the doctors told Mark he had to be upright for the next eight weeks. That's right, in upright position even in sleep.
It is also a mark of life that I walked (actually, sprinted) by a car explosion on West 15th yesterday and forgot all about it until later last night.
The better news is that we're learning to manage on the minute-by-minute. The tasks seemed close to overwhelming this morning, but we also have help from half of NYC, old students and friends. Right now, Susan is helping him answer emails, Rob and Geary are taking Ned to Union Square, Guy is bringing him lunch from the West Side Market, Jaime is doing more extensive human and dog food shopping.
The lovely people who are eager to assist.
And all will be well. Sometime.
(And is it okay to pass along the witty title page of THE BURNING HOUSE? The final page proofs are due soon. See the matchstick!)