Last week a sweet and gentle relative had major spinal surgery. We were worried, particularly given what happened when her husband had a similar operation. But we live too far away to provide any practical assistance.
I’ve been fretful and anxious, and my main distraction has been the work required to fix a massive hacker attack against one of my sites, and then transfer the domains to a new server. This work is complicated and difficult and does not in any way relieve stress.
One could claim that such tasks make life exponentially more difficult. But at least it is something to think about. Now the work is mostly done, and we are just waiting for the domain names to rollover. Byron called home learned that the beloved family member was able to sit up, stand up, and walk.
Yesterday we had a picnic on Jesus Green with friends. Today the children were dazzled by chocolate eggs and manga and plastic bunnies who live in plastic mushrooms.
We went on a six-hour walk, through obscure parts of the city we have never visited, admiring the daffodils and other flowers I could not identify. My glasses were misted with rain as I looked at the colleges, gardens, and river, still bemused by the fact that we live here.
Tonight I feel very lucky.