Last night my sweetie was touching me lightly in a way that reminded me of my mother when I was sick as a kid... so sweet, so soothing. It made me sad to think that my mother, a widow, will likely not be touched like this again in her life... how horrible! (I've tried to get her to go to one of the (aptly named) massage therapists we know, to no avail.)

I started thinking about how when my step-father was terminally ill, I was so frequently reminded "this will probably be his last _______"... his last Spring, his last trip to the lake, his last time to see these flowers bloom, his last night at home. So melancholy (at least for someone like me who does not want to "accept" death!).

I was doing math in my head, thinking... I might only feel this (sweet touching) 100 more times in my life... I might only get to see Lake Superior five more times... things like that.

:(


Hey, but I only have to hear W give 3 more SOTU speaches. Actually, I'll try to avoid hearing any of them.

Now back to "Getting Things Done" (and avoidance thereof).

-GS