On the seventh day -- yes I rested, but I also mailed some Christmas cards, gave myself a pedicure, and installed some pictures on my computer -- as well as some more mundane things like cleaning up the kitchen and washing sheets.

My son called last night to tell me our friend with brain cancer was moved back home from the hospital and will receive palliative care. She may have a couple of weeks left. I talked to my DIL this morning, and she is a wreck. This is her best friend, a pivotal person in her life, probably THE pivotal person in her life, and the unfairness of it all is stunning, incapacitating to her. Wish I could wave a wand and make it all go away.