Sometime, meeting someone who closes doors instead of opening them can be useful. Reason enough to meet the man this afternoon among other tedious administrative moves: getting someone’s full banking history, picking up official mail, signing a child out of a school so she can attend another, etc. Still no developments on the medical front for the grandmother, or the  longer-term picture for the family – longer-term, in this instance meaning somewhere between now and the end of the month; then, onward from there in forty-five day increments.

Meanwhile, whatever I liked to call “my personal life” is on hold and the writing at a standstill. Why people avoid getting involved is crystal clear to me. Of course, if more people did get involved, the load would be more tolerable for everyone. However, I doubt solidarity is about to overtake the world as the latest – and permanent – craze.

It gets lonely and that makes writing even harder, unless I give in to moaning. But the sick grandmother does enough of that, no need to add to the mix. I agree with her daughter-in-law (who’s bearing the brunt for some two years now): hospitalization would be best. The where I can imagine easily. The how is something else.

To all the hand-wringers, I feel like saying: either do something useful, or shut up. Please. When people don’t even react to other humans getting rounded up like garbage, you work damn hard at keeping your sense of humor, among other essential survival tools.

The photo has nothing to do with any of this, save for the morning light. The light and the night sky crammed with stars keep me going for now.

Plus the wee beastie in the attic who sleeps all day and munches three or four times in the night.