I woke up early this morning and couldn't fall back to sleep. Zoe, my daughter, is visiting until tomorrow night and it has been a pleasure to have her here. I finally really understand how my own mother felt whenever I came to visit from Los Angeles for a few weeks and then left. It's difficult to be so far away.
My dear friend Joe went through ten hours of surgery last Thursday at Sloan Kettering to save his leg and the surgery, though extremely difficult, went well. I think he's going to be fine and hopefully he will be out of the pain he's been in since he underwent radiation for his cancer.
I looked back on this blog to early June 2009, when I was in the thick of the horrible year of divorce and death and it reminded me to be grateful for where I am today. Life is truly challenging. Last night on "Mad Men" one of the characters committed suicide and the show is so well written, it was very sad and very moving. I am grateful that there are some fantastic shows on television that have wonderful writing. I am grateful that I went dancing on Saturday night at the JCC and had some fun. I am grateful that I had a magical week in Paris, with Bella and her sister, Meret. I am grateful that the producers of my play are going to look at a theater today and that they've started building a website. I am extremely grateful for my loftmate, Abigail, and for the time I've had with my wonderful daughter, Zoe, and our beloved dog, Lucy.