Someone I know is fighting a bad cancer while continuing to write for as long as she has left.

It's a poignant reminder of what matters most in our fragile time alive. I don't have as much love for a lot of fields as I once did, but I have a lot of knowledge *about* them, & craft a living around knowing things.

It just doesn't matter, not really, next to the sheer gift of existing.

Anyway, currently missing a person with whom I could always just exist. Hug your people, etc, if you've got 'em!