Choices

I have not prepared a post nor can I think of anything in particular to write about this week. My father is very ill, currently going on his 6th day in ICU. I've tried to write over the last few days, but the most frequently used key has been 'Delete.' Instead of making today a writing day, my sister, boyfriend and I drove to Sacramento to attend a cousin's annual Christmas party so we could spend time with assorted aunts, uncles and cousins, some of whom we haven't seen in years. We got lost trying to find Jon's house thanks to Google Maps complete disregard for reality when it comes to Sacramento roads. Left was right, whole streets were left off the directions, and it took an hour to travel what was essentially a mile. Google, you are SO on my list of who's naughty this year...

Ah well, it was worth it. It's too easy to take family for granted, friends too, for that matter, especially when one is perpetually on 'a writing deadline.' Not that I don't take my writing very seriously. I do. But next time I think about calling my dad, instead putting it off because I don't want to break the flow of a writing session ... well, I think I'll trust my muse to understand my choice of picking up the phone for a few minutes.