Day 104

One of those days when: you know it's crunch time, everyone else knows it's crunch time, and yet there comes a point when you just have to sit back and let someone tell you that they're not doing well and you don't look at your watch because you know this is more important than any meeting or homework screaming to be done. And while she tells you about all of the paintings she needs to get done, and the paper she needs to write, you don't think about the mounds of reading and responses that you've been putting off for weeks, you notice that her shoulders are particularly rounded today--weary. And so, while she is clacking away at that shiny keyboard--trying to get the words right--you give her a quick shoulder rub to ease some of the tension that fitful nights of anxious sleep could not undo. She tells you thank you--for the massage and the listening, she knows that other people have their own crap. And you say you don't mind, and mean it. 

God Bless