And the day has progressed.

[green_dreams]

First; a friend of theweaselking's is a pediatric oncologist. He works in a teaching hospital, where he regularly gets to deal with children who are dying of cancer.

And he's still an optimist.

I think he's madder than a box of frogs, and he renews my faith in humanity on a regular basis. Also he writes beautifully. I highly recommend his Ward Tales: Prometheus Reversed entry, and in fact anything else that he has tagged as medicine.

Note that it's not light reading. And sometimes it's heartbreaking (that entry isn't). But it's all very very good.

Also, John and I went out to dinner with his father. And on the drive back, the mist was rising off the ground everywhere, parading down the river like cool white smoke as high as the trees and drifting up from the grass and fading everything to warm grey ghosts from perhaps thirty feet away.

(And he knows me so well that yes, he correctly diagnosed the Stephen King moment I was having.)