Day 2 in Santa Fe began with another spectacular sunrise. Cloud filled and more subdued than Sunday's, it seemed to echo the mood in the studio.
You see, there'd been one of those late night calls that are dreaded when traveling. The phone rings, you see the caller's name, look at the clock to calculate the time at home and know that this isn't good.
And it wasn't. My Grace had fallen off our back deck, landed badly on her left arm and broke it rather nastily just above the elbow. The local hospital was sending her via ambulance to Yale New Haven's pediatric section. My easy going, able-to-handle-anything-at-the-drop-of-a-hat husband was sounding very emotional while trying not to. (deep breath in, hold it, deep breath out...)
Texts went back and forth until I finally fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Monday morning had me calling Southwest Airlines, explaining the situation and changing my flight. I arrived home at nearly midnight Tuesday...in time to give hugs all round on Wednesday morning and get Ellie ready for school before heading up to the hospital for Grace's surgery. 5 pins inserted in her elbow and a whopping big cast for such a little urchin.
So...two weeks after experiencing a magical first day in Santa Fe, I'm sitting here hoping that life will return to some sort of normal this week. There's work to be done in the studio and my soul could use a good studio day...or 2...or 4...