I’m on my way out of town to an appointment that is one of the most crucial to SO and myself. He may get a pancreas transplant, and when I think about that, it’s really hard for me to get worked up about Richard Armitage’s love life. Seriously. I just can’t process it as anything that concerns me.
Also, I’m just happy my kids are happy, and three of them are together in NYC (my son went to visit his sisters, my two oldest daughters who live there). They just sent me a picture of them in front of a building where we rented an apartment during one summer when they were all still at home. A neat little place on East 52nd next door to the River House. Very cool address. That summer changed their perspective radically and their lives irrevocably. I’m glad. I’m tickled, and don’t they look happy? This is what matters to me.
I don’t know what’s important to you, but life is too short to sweat over things that don’t matter. That’s not referring to you, but I hope encourages you.
A Crazy Fan who is so sane when it comes to family and what really counts it would probably make your head spin.
P.S. Still wish I could see The Crucible, but oh well. Maybe later.