The entire dissertation is now mailed off to committee---all 408 pages of it. (418 if you count the introductory pages.) Last night for the first time in three years, there was nothing I could do on my dissertation. It felt weird, and I almost didn't know what to do with myself--but I got over it and quilted. Guilt-free quilting--what a luxury. Sadder note--my grandmother is dying. Her body is stiff, and her pain is unyielding. She is confused much of the time, and heaven is better, but she tenaciously graps her earthly life. Life IS precious--even when we ought to let it go. How to reconcile that? posted by Annie 4:28 PM | . . .
