What I'm Not Writing About

So, Cheryl had a health scare the other week. Heart-attackish. As you can tell by the quiet, then the burst of posts about stuff that isn't related to, you know, hospitals, I'm not really interesting in going there, even though all is well. I've also been really busy with work (someday I'll post about going to Comic-Con), but even if I wasn't swamped, I'm not sure what I'd say. It was one of those experiences that I think will be more clear to me in time. In other words, I felt too much to allow myself to really know what I felt.