I've been trying to read as many of your blogs as I can. I get through a few each day. Today I read several that talked about troubles with children. I hate the damn disease. It has always seemed so unfair that good people have to deal with something that takes those that they love away, either physically or mentally. There is nothing that can be done though until either the loved one comes to their senses or we come to ours. If I had a wish to be granted, it would be for all to live with peaceful comfort knowing that all the ones that we love are in the hands of the HP, as are we.
Things are going okay for me. I'm away from the things that make my life complex and insane. I just get up, work for 12 hours, and then read or talk with people on board. It's a much less complex life out here. I think that there are so many things that interrupt us and come at us in all directions when we are in the usual universe of our lives. I'm in a reduced universe right now and like it. But it isn't real and I'll have to get back to the rat race soon enough. Until then, I'll savor as much of this as I can. Life on 157 feet of ship narrows down the options.