I live without my computer for over 24 hours. My computer is undergoing diagnostic testing at the Apple Shop. The misalignment of routine does send me akilter. I joke about computer addiction, but this is proving truer than I thought. I find other creative outlets--I sketch, I play the piano, I cook. But despite these other activities, I feel an emptiness associated with a break from my morning writing. I could pick up pen and paper--words are swirling in my mind-- but that takes effort. The call finally comes at noon. The computer passed all tests and is ready.
I visit Bobette & Belle, a new patisserie in town. This charming spot sells mostly trendy cupcakes with a few tarts and macarons. As pretty as the red velvet cupcake appears, the taste misses: too much baking soda renders it inedible. Do they taste their own products?
Dad calls. He tells me excitedly, “I walked out of the hospital today!” This was unthinkable eleven weeks ago. My father and his physiotherapist hugged and cried with joy. His discharge date is announced: Thursday. Easter weekend home, a couple more days at rehab, then home for good.
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