So close, and yet so far.

I'm up to row 55 on the bag; at row 60 I start adding the eyelash.

(snipped out most of the slidemaking rant with my side digression on why I don't like depending on others).

And in other news: a friend of my family has been found to have a brain tumor. They apparently can't operate on it but are trying radiation or something. My mom called me (at my office) to tell me yesterday and I just sat there at my desk for the next fifteen minutes with tears running down my face. There are some people in my life that seem so strong and so accomplished that I believe they will always be there, will never grow old or get sick or change, and this person is one of those. I mean, it's always sad when someone you care about is sick or hurting, but there are certain people that for me, seeing them laid low shakes my sense of centeredness. And this man is one of those people. So I don't know. At odd moments, when I'm unloading the dishwasher or walking down the hall or brushing my teeth, I frantically throw up prayers that the tumor will shrink, or there will be a remission, or something. But I'm beginning to doubt intercessory prayer; maybe the only function of prayer is communicative, and in getting the foolish human to come to accept the inevitable - that things change and people die and there's nothing you can do about anything.

It's been a rough week.