If you had talked to me this morning, you would have seen that I was mad.
I hate cancer. I hate what it does to the body. I hate what it does to the mind. I hate that it tries to distract us from what is real, and important, and good in this world. The only remotely good thing that comes out of it, in my opinion, is how it draws us to one another, and forces us to step it up to help a friend. But I still hate cancer.
If you had talked to me at lunchtime, you would have seen me trying to relax, doing yoga with a close friend and the wii.
If you had talked to me at 2:00, you would have heard me talking and listening to a dozen bloggers who advise the American Cancer Society on social media strategy, informally known as the Bloggers for More Birthdays.
If you had talked to me at 5:00, you would have seen me put away my writing and relax with a friend and her family, a blogging friend who is turning into a neighbor.
But if you tried to talk to me now, I’m not sure I could hear you over the PUPPY BREATH and gentle sighs from the DOG BED at my feet.
Blogosphere, meet Marie. She’s 6 months old and available for adoption from BREW Beagle Rescue. She’s the first of what will hopefully be a long line of foster beagles for us, and we couldn’t be happier.