Better weather, slightly, and another two minutes of "day" gained. Every little bit helps.
Dear Wife is feeling, if not really better, then no worse than the previous day. Again, that's not much, but it's something. Every little bit helps. We grow to appreciate the small blessings that, at a previous time, we might not have noticed. They're just as real as the big ones, we just don't notice them, under the assumption that we're somehow entitled to them, until they're not there any more. Just as serious hunger or the strong prospect of imminent death focus one's attention wonderfully, so do other matters.
So it was a reasonably good day for her. Not for others.
We got word late Friday evening of her cousin, one of those closer-than-sister cousins, suddenly transported to hospital. As of later yesterday afternoon, she's still there, and may be there for a few more days; I'm not a physician, but what it sounds like is that her sugar levels went high, causing her kidneys to go into failure mode. With a number of not-so-great cascading effects from that. Diabetes, or nearly across the line, is somewhat of a family trait. Her previous doctor,now retired, used to check it on every office visit,especially around the time of her knee replacement surgery. Her new doctor, obeying the imperatives of Obamacare, doesn't check that any more, and hadn't for the last year or so. Which probably allowed things to roar back during the interval, and now there may be permanent serious implications. Wife talked with her on phone for the better part of an hour, good for both of them.
Oh, and this is one of those weirdnesses. Cousin is married to wife's half-brother. There's no consanguinity there, one of those things it would take too long to explain, so there's no genetic implications. But a source of some mirth.
And we had another issue. One of my nephew's wives let us know, from the clinic, that she's just had yet another miscarriage yesterday morning. This is not the same one who had to make the long trip for her cousin's son's funeral, this is the wife of one of my other nephews. He's in the Navy too, and is "floating" right now, so she's alone with their son and a couple of her sons. They have five kids between them (but his daughter doesn't live with them), and there have been several previous miscarriages. Another of those "serial monogamy" cases. It's still a heartbreak for them.
They live hundreds of miles from here, and I've met her exactly once, and that was when they were in town for the wedding. I stayed for the ceremony, left before the drunken revelry began, so it's not exactly a close connection. Nor am I close with the nephew. Long story, but for most of his life he was raised by the sister of the mother who abandoned the boys, and I was living a very long way off. So there's not much outreach opportunity there either.
And then in the early evening I heard of yet another. One of the people that I had some involvement with while working in the area of Montgomery, Alabama was a bi-vocational pastor who also worked "on the line" at the Hyundai assembly plant there in Montgomery. That's a tough calling in a rough town, especially for a black man from Boston. He carries it well. I'd been hearing from him on a fairly regular basis, until the last few weeks. It happens. Then I got word from him that he'd had a MASSIVE heart attack on 31 January, and is in pretty rough shape. We'll keep Lorne in our prayers and thoughts of course, I truly do not know who the Lord will raise up in the interim.
The day's Old Testament reading is chapter 14 of Leviticus. Yesterday's reading focused on the matter of leprosy, and there is a body of belief that this is sort of a picture of spiritual and moral plagues. Today's focuses on the "plague" of a house, or a garment. Again, perhaps a picture of sin in one's surroundings and how seriously it should be taken.
The reading in the New Testament is verses 55-75 of chapter 26 in the Gospel of Matthew.
This is tough reading. I suspect that for those who lived through it, and had to look back on that awful night, it was as bad as it could get. Particularly for Peter.
But I have denied Him too.