Update

Well, it turns out that K’s mom has a sizeable blood clot that was responsible for things looking like her body was rejecting the organ (it was preventing blood flow to the liver, which is also a sign of organ rejection). So, while the term “blood clot” doesn’t make anyone jump for joy, it sure does sound better to my non-medical mind than “organ rejection”. She’s being treated, and may even be released in the next day or two. She’ll need to get checked out every three months or so for the next 18 months to make sure that this doesn’t happen again, or if it does, that it gets treated quickly. So I’m looking at this as good news (and I’m reasonably sure that it actually is), and here’s hoping that we have a little smooth sailing on this front for the time being. Because really, I think she’s been through enough recently.

In any case, many thanks to all of you for your thoughts and prayers!

And on a totally unrelated note, a public meeting I went to last night further proved my status as a freak magnet. Every slightly- to completely unbalanced person there decided that they wanted to be my new BFF (best friend forever, to those of you who weren’t 4^th grade girls in the 80s). My friends there were watching ‘em roll in and every single one found me irresistible. One woman in particular, clad all in white with a stretchy yellow headband and some very smudged bright red lipstick, hovered by our table, and as soon as anyone left, she would start talking to me again. In a way, I felt a little sad for her, since I couldn’t help but conclude that she must have few people in her life to actually talk to. These are the people who flock to me – perhaps it’s because I try to be nice and friendly to everyone? Flock, I tells ya.

So here I am, not very far into a gray and rainy day that already has me ready to go home, freezing in my office that can’t possibly be anywhere near the temperature that the thermostat claims. But I brought my gym bag and will go workout at lunch, in an effort to make my afternoon feel shorter by getting off my arse. I’ve been feeling run down lately, which is odd since things have slowed down dramatically since we got back from France (thank goodness). Perhaps my body is just catching up? Dunno.

Work is still chugging along, and I’m not getting anything back from my efforts to find something else. It’s frustrating, and I’m kind of feeling as though I’ve lost direction on that a little. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to be looking for anymore, as I’m not feeling qualified for much. (Doesn’t put me in a position of tremendous confidence, as you may imagine.) I know intellectually that it’s not entirely true, but it still feels true. Perhaps this is just lousy weather getting the best of me. Or maybe it’s just the feeling one gets after sending in multiple resumes, having several phone interviews, and being told “thanks, but no thanks”. I am grateful for the job I have, I know I’ve had some good opportunities here, but I’m feeling as though it’s time for me to move on. I’m wrestling with priorities at present and just feeling kind of tired.

Time to call the whaaaaambulance, it would seem.