WM and I have been home since Tuesday evening and the previous three weeks seems like a distant bad memory. We have both had a massage, I've seen the doctor and had my hair cut and coloured - all appointments that had to be cancelled before we rushed off.
Since Tuesday I have watched some television (mostly tennis), knitted, blocked a baby blanket, sewed in some ends on another blanket and read most of Pride and Prejudice. I started it yesterday afternoon and am now at Chapter 47. I have played several games of Bejewelled, caught up with all the messages on the Knit4Charities message board (around 260 of them), read blogs, written drafts for three posts and will soon get around to taking photos.
Stretched out in front of me are four more glorious unplanned weeks. Time to watch the tennis, knit, nap, read and do the other hobbies that get put aside during term time. Underlying and over-shadowing those weeks however, is the knowledge that dad is dying and that, at any moment, we may have to put our holiday lives aside and make the return trip north.
At the beginning of December I had seriously been considering closing down my blog; I had lost the motivation to write and didn't think anyone would really notice my absence. But, during the height of the family crisis, expressing my pain on my blog was a blessed relief and I truly appreciate all the well wishes that came my way. You guys supported me through a very difficult time and I'm so grateful. "Thanks" is so inadequate but has never been meant more sincerely.