Stress

Dear Jack,

Right now I am sitting quietly, listening to the rain, with my feet propped up on the coffee table. This is the first time I have had in over a week to simply sit and breathe. With my luck though, the phone will ring at any moment, destroying the semblance of calm I have finally managed to at least fictionalize for myself.

My boss' mother-in-law (or would be his mother-in-law if those kind of marriages were legal here) has brain cancer. They discovered it three weeks ago and my boss and his partner have been running back and forth from Salado to Tyler nonstop since. It's been rough of all of us, them especially. Will has left me in charge of the Inn, which is fine, but tiring. And the play is opening this weekend. Right now I don't know how that's going to work. My guess is not well.

I'm at such as loss as to what to do for them. All I can do is try to keep things running here as smoothly as possible. We shall see.

Right now, I'm going to concentrate on breathing.

Always,
John