Today is a day that Hannah has looked forward to with both pleasure and trepidation. Her brother Trey turned twenty-one today. Hannah is happy for him—she has always doted on her baby brother, and she was very happy to help with his plans for his birthday party this evening. But as the plans got more and more complicated, Hannah began to get a bit concerned, and when it turned out that her mother would have to be out of town…
I continue to spend much of my time with Gabrielle and Nick, and in this case no news has certainly not been good news. Their marriage is stagnating, and while both of them feel that something is wrong, they have different viewpoints of the trouble. Nick only knows that Gabrielle is quiet, sometimes distant, but it does not trouble him greatly. Gabrielle, however, is slowly sinking into crisis. She feels—and she is not wrong—that she is the only one now…
All is going well with Rob and Anna, I report with much regret. I do feel a bit guilty for my misgivings, because he does make her very happy. She has never before met someone who had such a genuine interest in her. And to be fair to him, his interest is genuine. Why should it not be? She is beautiful, and kind, and intelligent, and she carries herself with an unconscious grace that he has never encountered before. But…
When you learn something so vast and important about someone, it is impossible to forget. I have been somewhat in awe of Freya ever since Orison told me her story. I think I will always feel that, but tonight I have remembered again why I love her—and why she needs me. George invited her out to dinner tonight, but she turned him down, citing a headache that she did not have. This intrigued me, and so I lingered even after…
Sometimes, I think, we hold on to resentment longer than we realize. Even we, my friends, though we tell ourselves that it is not so. We fall into the habit of keeping separate from others, even after any anger has faded. I have not spoken to my seniors in some time. I have seen them, of course, and I have exchanged words with them, but I was convinced that they were not listening to me, and so I closed my…
I have laughed a great deal this evening, but with the laughter comes a bittersweet edge. I think I am coming to the end of my association with another charge. I said in my entry about Valentine’s Day that while Harrington’s evening with Isabella was not to be, she had an idea on how to raise his spirits. When I managed to overcome my morose feelings about that particular day, I gave that idea all my support, and it all…
This morning Hannah began her day in much the same way I did—feeling tired and despondent, with little motivation to spare. Perhaps that is what drew me to her today. I am glad it was so, because now both of us have had our spirits lifted. Hannah had just come out of the break room when she heard her friend John saying, “Oh, here she is.” Automatically she sighed, thinking he was bringing her yet another problematic patient—there seem to…
For the past two years, our celebration on Valentine’s has filled me with energy and excitement. It is always a busy day, and yet usually I find myself brimming with joy and eager to talk about it when it is over. It was not this way this year. Part of my despondency, I think, is due to a certain disconnect between myself and my fellow Cupids. After the hearing with its accompanying revelations, there has been a span of distance…
I spent some time today with Hannah at work in the hospital. It was not easy for me, I have to admit. I have never much liked hospitals, though not for the reason most of my brethren feel. It is not the pain that bothers me, nor even the fear in the spirits of those who are in real danger of death. For me, it is not loss of life but altered life that hurts the most. Those who know…
A quick update, and then I will have to get back to work. Much is happening, and none of it is easily solved. I have been staying close to Freya these past few days, but she seems to be doing well. Whatever flash of awareness she had in the moment of George’s accident, it does not seem to have stayed in her conscious memory. Her dreams, however, have been troubled, and she has not been quite so eager to see…