Called Oma. I missed her yesterday, her birthday. The grandparents are okay, but Tante Doris is in the hospital probably with a stroke, and Aunt Eileen had complications with the mastectomy. It makes me worry. All my grandparent's peer relatives are having problems. My grandparents are in their 70s. They've always been a part of my life. Hard to think that one day they will not be.
Time to switch the laundry, turn on Oprah and maybe get some writing done. Or clean the back room and bathroom.
Why oh why have I been so reluctant to work on Marie lately. I've done trillions of little chores this afternoon, but haven't yet touched Marie. I get all panicky/down when I even think about her. *sigh* Not good. But I am chipping away at her. A 500 word flake here, a 400 word chip there. And even though I'm not working very much on her, the apartment still goes to hell in a hand basket. Because even though I'm not getting much Marie done, I sit. And stare. And surf a bit. But it's sacrilege to get up and do other things.