A night call and I was in the emergency room again last night. Happily, this time it was only for a short while and we were home about an hour and a half later, with the patient feeling well enough that this afternoon she insisted on accompanying me to the bazaar.
I had some of my oldest friends over for lunch – the first time we had gathered in a decade or more. It was pleasant but also made me think of where we had all grown and where remained the same.
A dear friend with a bad marriage takes it out on her children. Appalling to hear of it and one feels so powerless, seeing unhappiness propagated down the generations.