I’m back in the office but only for a couple of hours, and for a particularly useless meeting. Next I go for a haircut, then Lahore.
I had bad dreams last night: there was a child who was a younger sibling (though not one of my actual siblings) with a pet rabbit which had to be killed. My parent, the dead one, starting talking about a baby they’d had, in the corner of the drawing room of the Karachi house, and the baby had died. It was full of horror, not only because of the death, but because of that parent who is dead and this is the dream I have of them.
The restless night might have been caused by some news yesterday evening which promises to make my return to Lahore very difficult. A sibling of that dead parent has to go for heart surgery and there is a high risk that it won’t go well. I have volunteered, as the only one who can, to take care of my grandmother during the surgery. It will be shattering for her, but also very risky as my grandmother does not get along with her child-in-law so part of my job will be to keep them separate without being unfair to either. If the worst happens, then it will be even more difficult. I wish I were in Colombia.