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Heading Out for the Weekend
As we get ready to go, I'm thinking about my mom's cataract surgery and how I forgot she'd had anesthesia for it, and how crestfallen I was the other day when I called and she hung up quickly, telling me she was too tired to keep talking.
My mother reminded me of Charlotte, the spider in *Charlotte's Web* then. She just kept getting more and more tired as she was declining. Thank God it was about the anesthesia, I recalled, when we spoke yesterday. And yet, none of us knows how long each of us has to live. Is the rainy weather influencing my mood?