Fifteen days straight. I have been poked so many times that I’m running out of places that are not bruised. (15 x 4= 60 plus the occasional replacement shots when we hit a bad spot. I am so tired of crying with my head and not being able to get anything done. I have two speeds…drugged or crying. AND every single time, I think to myself, “This is the last one! The very last one!” That has got to happen, sooner or later.
Once I stop crying and thinking only about myself, here is something that is really important.
I am a great reader and have very eclectic tastes. Lately, it seems that every book I put my hands on has a huge Holocaust connection. I was reading Pat Conroy’s “Beach Music” the other day and the Holocaust not only shaped the story, there were two heart-rending accounts by two of the characters. Their experiences marked their children in a terrible way that only was made more terrible by the retelling of their life during WWII. The link takes you to the 60 Minutes piece.