UHaul is coming to pick up the three boxes that carried our stuff from our Vermont home to our Massachusetts one. A dumpster arrives on Monday so we can clear the house of things that are in such poor condition that they are good for no one. There’s still a mess in every single room that needs attention, and I’m heading north to a sibling get-together tomorrow. All of that seemed really important until a little before seven this morning. A friend’s diagnosis arrived in my email and changed everything.

Prayers, a phone call, an offer to help: that’s what really matters. The rest – it’ll happen. I just won’t consider getting it all done as my top priority.