So what are we doing? How've we been? Well, mostly, surprisingly okay. Except when we're not. Basically exactly what you'd expect.
I don't know, invisible readers. There was a day at the hospital in Boston when Awesome Rabbi Susan was visiting. (She really was awesome. I wish I'd had more time to spend with her.) Anyway, she said once that there was something so Zen about the whole thing, Zen under fire, I think was her phrase. But the thing about forced march Zen, as I thought about it, is that there should be an end to the march, right? Instead, here we are, still marching, but without the hope of a destination with Jane among us.
So Tom works, Sarah plays, and I fill my time as best I can. I'm finding I either am a model of efficiency, cleaning out long-neglected corners of our house, or am unable to leave my chair, seduced by the discovery that the random cable channel Logo is running episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (I love Buffy. Don't mock.)
One thing I'm having trouble with? This blog. Part of me wants to write daily, part of me never wants to write again. Efficiency me is battling Buffy-watching me, and I don't know which side is going to win. At this very moment, it's a tie. I've got Buffy on while I write. Win-win! Maybe that's the key to this part of our forced march. Zen, Buffy, and the art of blog-writing.