Think good thoughts for me and mine, please. A lifelong friend and mentor, who had grown very thin and weak, went in to the doctor’s office this morning at my mother’s insistence, and never reported back. My mother called me late this afternoon to get the number of the hospital where the office is located. She, too, hasn’t reported back. This isn’t like either of them. I’m concerned. It’s tragedy season, and I find myself preparing for the worst.

ETA: she’s reported back now, but our good friend hasn’t been located. They seemed to have heard of him in the ER; that’s all I know.

ETA some more: the lost has been found. He was whisked into the ER, then transferred to another hospital and will undergo surgery today. This is good. I mean, as good as emergency abdominal surgery is likely to be.