Emilia is going to be okay. Last week was full of worry – she was so sick, and in pain, and doctors could only guess that it was something either totally mundane or wholly terrible and all we could do was keep her comfortable and watch and wait to see if the scariest symptoms would worsen or abate – so full of worry and fear and all those bad things and I could not write (I would not, I should not? The distinction became unclear) and all there was to do was wait.

So we waited. And the symptoms abated over the weekend and the light came back into her eyes and so into ours and phew.

Now I just need to give my head and heart a shake and repeat to myself like a mantra: life is good the world is good things are GOOD. And maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to write again.