No plans

Just now I have no plans for the future, because mother Anne is dying. No music. Little sleep. No one to pick me up at the airport when I arrive in the wee hours of the morning Swedish time. In the wake of a 9 hour jet lag, I will get up at 5 or 6 am to work mornings for the Swedish export industry, visit my mother at the convalescent home in a suburb of San Francisco in the afternoons, and try to make arrangements for a move to an assisted living facility in the meantime. I am already a bit nauseous and more dizzy than usual. When I informed the soup kitchen in the Swedish Church that I couldn't help out next week because I would be in San Francisco, I received an sms: låter kul, ha det så bra! Breath deeply. Take it easy. No plans, just wait and see. My friends in Berlin understand. Thirty years ago Bernard said: "Your strength is your greatest weakness." Wish he were here now. One step at a time.