I had all kinds of post thoughts for today. I wanted to (and am about to, in that wonderful way that language allows us to do something while saying that we no longer mean to do it; sort of like those insults that go, "I didn't want to hurt your feelings by telling you how bad that looked...") write all about the fabulous day I had on Tuesday with Anne and Kim, how nice it was to have a chance to spend time with friends whom I just don't get to see often enough. But lucky for me, Anne did a fabulous job of it here, with better pictures than I could ever take (even if I did remember to take my camera along, which I didn't), not to mention photo documentation of both of us in our versions of Sprossling. (Also, for another gorgeous version, go check out Rachael's right here -- stunning.)
And I was going to talk about what I'm knitting (two new projects OTN), and how much I absolutely loved Invictus, and how the start of my semester is looming in imminent fashion.
But I think that what I want to do instead is to send you here, where Stephanie has made an appeal that speaks to what I'm feeling right now. The news coming out of Haiti is horrifying, and I can only imagine the terror of being a mother and a wife and a sister and a friend there now, wondering where my loved ones are and if they are safe. There isn't a lot I can do from here, and talking to my friends and colleagues, I don't think I'm the only one who's feeling helpless in the face of such a catastrophe, but I've sent what I can to Doctors Without Borders, along with my thoughts and hopes.