It's been a busy holiday and I have effectively taken off from Christmas to New Years, except for working New Years Day. My aunt, Lynn's Aunt Mary Ann, is in hospice and and I am leaving for Alaska next week so I'm preoccupied every moment with this. With the anxiety of waiting for the phone call, of what to do for Lynn, of going away for a month right now. It feels like our lives are a lot, a lot of everything all the time. Through our 30s, and into Lynn's 40's, that there hasn't been a stretch of time for more than a few months without grieving or celebrating or both, without the big life events.