I'm processing the worst kind of bad news.
Seeking solace in baking bread and eating chocolate.
Knitting enormous big cashmere hugs in a futile attempt to protect and comfort.
But inside I'm just drowning in the enormity of it.
Suddenly the world seems like its made of glass and everything could shatter if I even breathe. It might shatter even if I don't.
Every blissful moment of forgetting is followed by another terrible crashing wave of remembering.
The immediate future involves a lot of waiting and then the rendering of the finer details of the unfolding tragedy.
I can't talk about it without crying but I simply can't care about anything else.
So expect more bread baking and a lot of letting everything else slide.