hard

It's been a very tough couple of weeks, friends. And I mean serious tough, here - death, disease, the ultimate of terrible, and firings and arrests, which are the salt on the original wound. We are both fine, and our families are fine, and there is a lot of thanks to be had in that, on this the day after Thanksgiving. Our friends, though, and our co-workers and students, there is so much that is not fine and oh, it's getting tougher and tougher to wake up every day and not to be terrified of the phone ringing. Today was a double whammy, one literally right after the other, and we keep wondering what's coming next.

I don't really feel quite right talking about this, because I'm tangential to all of it. I will not be in the thick of things, fighting these fights every day, and believe me, these are fights. Nonetheless, I care deeply about all of these people, and so I feel involved, though these struggles are not my own.

I am worried for our friends. I am worried for my husband, because one of the things that makes him so wonderful is how much he loves and feels pain for his people.

And I hope things get better, but I am thankful for all that we have.