Last Friday I passed out in a bar.
Monday I got blood drawn (fear #1: aichmophobia!).
Tuesday my grandmother died (fear #2: necrophobia!).
Thursday I got the results of my blood tests: despite fainting, everything is normal.
Today I’m driving south to Portland for a writer’s workshop with Jennifer Laucke.
Sunday I will drive back north to attend my grandmother’s wake on Bainbridge.