television has been offering up ads aimed at eliciting
donations for abused animals and very sick children.
My heart, almost literally, bleeds when I watch the
pain of the young mother who lost her little girl to
a fatal brain tumor. I have already given as much money
as I possibly can give, to a Sick Children's Hospital,
on behalf of my own granddaughter. She needed and received
open heart surgery. I remember well the anguish, as
we waited to hear. We were lucky, our anguish ended.
However empathetic my feelings towards the woman's sorrow and her loss, to hear and witness her pain several times a day inspires in me feelings of helplessness. Attila says I am suffering from "compassion overload".
The computer stayed up all night, downloading the operating system update. When I got up this morning it had only downloaded 139 MB of the 190 MB file. I am hoping it will be finished by noon. Of course, if I do things, like check my email, or look something up with the web browser, this download might linger on until bedtime, or later. Dialup is very tiresome.
We had several inches of snowfall over the course of the night, but not so much as to prevent Attila from getting the car out of the driveway. There are snow squall warnings today. It has snowed almost every day since early November, except for the few days when it rained and the two days when the sun came out. It appears Christmas will be white. To be truthful, this is the first time in my life that the term "green Christmas" sounds very appealing.
The bread rose on the hearth as expected and then fell as it was being transferred to the oven. Despite this, these loaves are far superior to those I have thus far baked since I have been learning to use the Bosch mixer. A few more tweaks and I think we'll be there.
Another quiet day is slipping through my fingers.
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