So early on I gave up on commenting on blog comments since I had no way of knowing if the folks in question would return to the comments to see if I commented….confused yet? I am.
I want you all to know how loved I feel when I get your comments, how tickled I am when some Brit in Kansas offers a “decent” snot, how moved I am when a widow of someone with ALS reaches out, how warm it makes me feel when friends ( whom I’ve never met) of my parents check in regularly. The Mazel Tov comments rocked!
I don’t know you but I love you all – maybe not enough to go to Kansas, but a lot.
Michelle from the clinic came by yesterday and spent time with a few friends and myself making suggestions about how to “Carla proof” the apartment a bit. She is so cool. Then I was interviewed for another newspaper profile and then I slept a lot. I need to save my strength for Saturday and the big wedding.
Today I went clothes shopping all by myself. I know it doesn’t sound like a big deal
(especially when you consider it was just Shoe Pavilion and Ross Dress for Less) but it was a huge kick for me. I got home, had a nice catnap and then settled into a night of writing music.
My friend Ali calls me “the busiest person with a fatal illness” she knows and our mutual friend Gerry came up with a great James Brown-esque tag based on that: “The busiest dying person in show business.” I like it.