I have Cheerios in the trunk of my car

Spring has sprung. Though this picture is from last year, I have seen crocuses (croci?) in abundance. Even though it snowed yesterday.

Had a shaky day. My aunt is still in the hospital though she is doing better. I don't know. Define better: she's still in intensive care.

I, surprisingly, drank too much the other weekend and tried to explain to Michael what was stuck in my mind from the last time I saw her. On a ledge near her bed was a DVD of something, some television show from before my time. I kept on looking at it and then at her, mute, restrained, sad, hooked up to tubes and machines and I still can't figure out why I can't get this out of my mind. Her kids or her brother brought this DVD - perhaps it was hers - so she could watch it. She was a fan of this show and they thought it would bring her comfort. But she was alone in an intensive care ward of a hospital and she couldn't watch it and she was sad and in discomfort and I'm sure she was scared and just wants to go home.

I hope she continues to rally and to fight and becomes more communicative so the hospital staff and her family can help her and give her what she needs. I hope she gets out of there soon. Goddamnit.

Things are stressful at work. Let's leave it at that.

Had an odd conversation with one of my running mates as we were heading over the track tonight. It was weird and impromptu, but we both started talking about our fathers that had passed away so suddenly and recently, and about loved ones that we have in the hospital. I was glad to share my feelings with him and, though it was a bit of a downer, we did agree that experiencing that makes you appreciate life all the more, even the minute details.

Unfortunately, I couldn't shake the pall of that conversation and so I headed home after the clinic instead of going for coffee. Michael said it must've been contagious because no one went. I guess there are going to be days like that.

But back to the minute details. The fact that these things (or any things, good or bad) happen is irrelevant. They will happen and you can't stop them. It's how you react to them. I am currently not reacting as well as I would like, but I acknowledge it and I will try harder to be accepting tomorrow.

And I'll try to remember to take the Cheerios out of my trunk, too.