Time loses its elasticity when a loved one is gravely ill. There is no familiar ebb and flow to daily life; those banal signifiers such as meals and work that tell you when to rise and when to rest fail to register as consequential. Minutes, hours, and days meld into one long k-hole of darkness without any seeming end. Which is why this blog has fallen into a state of suspended animation, as it were. This week, for the first time in three years, I have missed my regular daily postings. Yet I’m optimistic that time will be quantifiable again very soon. And I’ll be back to posting about the trivialities of life which bring me so much pleasure. But until that point comes, like so many other people, it’s all I can do to look for the light.