The older I get, the harder it is to keep calm through emergencies. I move like a robot through the days—leaving a trail of wrappers & receipts. I lose my cell phone & keys in the dark recesses of my purse. I stack bags of garbage in the laundry room & forget to take them out. I throw my clothes on the closet floor & when I need to dress, roll the pile over, like a dung beetle, until I find something to put on. But that will change this morning...Bob is better...still in the hospital with wires & tubes, but much better. I'm so grateful & can now take out the garbage & hang up my clothes.
