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framlingemOne of the women in our play found out today that her mother has lung cancer (as in, oncologist sister who is really laid-back dropped everything and flew across the country right away kind of lung cancer*. Another works in a jewelry store which was held up by men with guns today. She wasn't there, but her co-workers had their hands zip-tied behind their backs and handguns shoved in their faces.
Grand scheme of things, my life's good. I may have sliced two of the fingers of my left hand with a knife, and I might have burnt my left wrist on the oven, but that's fine. I will take that.
*I might be driving her to the airport herself tomorrow. I've told her to call if she needs it. That way she won't be driving while that stressed out, and won't have to pay long-term parking.
Grand scheme of things, my life's good. I may have sliced two of the fingers of my left hand with a knife, and I might have burnt my left wrist on the oven, but that's fine. I will take that.
*I might be driving her to the airport herself tomorrow. I've told her to call if she needs it. That way she won't be driving while that stressed out, and won't have to pay long-term parking.
