Things might look a bit messy for a day or two while the delightful and attractive Gisele is in the process of putting up my shiny new layout. ADVANCE WARNING: it’s going to blow your mind all over your shirt.
Sometimes working in a hospital is really good for your perspective. I like getting to see freshly baked babies when I go for coffee, all scrunched up in their oversized hats with their teeny tiny fingernails and their fuzzy, fuddled newborn bewilderment. But sometimes, like just now, I go for lunch and have to pass families waiting outside the ICU; today, two little girls clinging to their mother while they waited for the world to unravel. The expressions on those faces stick with you. Something horrible happened to someone today — it’s startling and awful to walk into like that, but it’s an excellent wake-up call. Life — and our lives — are knitted up in such a fragile web, and we spend so much time worrying about things that don’t matter at the expense of enjoying the things that do. Crazy.