Thursday, November 9
Day 9
A cloudy, dark and gloomy night here on the edge of nowhere. I wasn't in much of a mood to write tonight, but I did finally drag myself down to the library and pounded out 2800 or so words. Mostly, though, our thoughts and energy and hope are with the four-year-old daughter of family friends who live nearby, who has been in and out of the intensive care unit at Children's Hospital down in Denver for much of the past six or seven weeks. She had another surgery tonight, so mostly we've been thinking of Miss Emma, and wishing the medical mystery get solved soon so she can return to her smiling self.
