Day 18

Blancamobile is back with us, sprung this afternoon. Dipped a bit more into Copperfield, then napped: woke to sunny skies, this after a slightly sultry morning, so the sun was not exactly welcome: heat on sweat, no thanks.

Well. Out the door to pick up Walden, deliciously cool - yes, cool - air. Windows down on Blanca, tunes. Back home, all the windows thrown open: sitting here at the computer, it was actually too cold. Yes, almost May.

There are further tales that rain is also on the way, o so joyous.

Mrs. Baby sprung from Brazil, napping.

Earlier, Stella came by the classroom and confirmed her daughter Sylvia's diagnosis of cancer. Fifteen years old. Sylvia hanging tough for now, while Stella falls apart. I know it's everywhere, but I was still stunned for someone so young: it has been a long time since it was that close. I ask that Sylvia, Stella, and all those around them be blessed and feel whatever grace they can feel in their lives.

This for Candice, too, and her newbabe.