She was doing a charity walk for cancer. While on chemo. (She said she'd probably only do a few miles of it, because the chemo has her exhausted.) She stood in our front hall while I flipped through the information she had about the variety of breast cancer she was being treated for, and then I pledged her $20 and wrote my name down on her piece of paper. (While thinking about the person on the Cauldron who was for a while too sick for chemo. So an offering for Chavi in that.)
She asked me for a hug, and I gave her one, and with the $20 she had met her goal for stumping and could go in out of the cold and dark and rain. I hope she doesn't catch a cold; that would be all she needs. (She was also thrilled that I was at one of the ALCS games last year, game 4, and said, 'Can I touch you? You're lucky!' This was because we were semi-watching the game at the time, so it had some context. (
Other mumblings:
The leg is getting better, though I still feel joint-seating weirdness. Dealing with it carefully, stretching it occasionally. It will probably be, for the most part, under my pain tolerance threshhold soon enough that I can reinjure it accidentally. :/
Have sent the book to half my readers now. Twitch, twitch. (Need to get printer fixed, argh.)
Had half a thought about the situation with dreams of A, haven't gotten it quite coherent yet. Djet, though.