May 1st, 2010

Time makes no saints

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Tasha is awake, though she's still got a way to go as far as healing is concerned. She is still in the ICU, but people can visit now. Just be aware she might not be entirely lucid. She's broken several ribs and a leg and both arms. Her back is broken as well. She's going to get better though. That's the important thing. That's all I can focus on right now.

I've been forced to leave the hospital, so I'm at home. Lydia's 15th birthday was yesterday and I missed it. She's amazing and she understands, but I missed so many of her birthdays when I was at the abbey in Melk. So I have the Big Guilt. She's taking the chance to monopolise me now since the littlest ones are with their grandparents at the moment.

Thomas is currently in the kitchen, wearing an apron so he can make dinner for the three of us. Lydia took pictures. And Television's Kismet Vinter might come over for dessert to distract Lydia from the fact that her sister is in hospital and her father is a Terrible Person.

I can't sleep. I can't think. I can't calm down. Thomas threatened me with taking away my books if I didn't take a nap. He's a naughty minx. I should probably listen to him. Even if it means missing The Apron Show.
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