I’ve been working on a project these past 10 weeks, figuring out the ancestry, locating the roots. It wasn’t in my plans, but a mystery 2nd cousin popped up around the same time the clinical trial started. After we figured out our connection, I decided to continue on, tracing the various family lines. I made it my project for the length of the clinical trial.
I like having a project.
I like having parameters, too. Deadlines.
I allocated an hour per day. I usually ran over, except for the days I skipped altogether. It’s addictive.
I must say…..My head, after 10 weeks of working on the family tree, is a lot like my head after returning home from a writers’ conference. Sooooo many stories swirling! I need to process.
YESTERDAY was supposed to be the LAST of the 10 weekly trips to Columbus, but the celebration is on hold. We hit a little snag, the details of which I am reluctant to share because they reflect poorly on the hospital, which has, up until now, never failed in its efficiency. Wally is fine (that’s key, so I’m putting it in boldface), but he’ll be returning to Columbus on Friday to receive the treatment he was scheduled to receive yesterday. All to say, our celebration has been postponed.