We're sitting on the sofa. We've done some crying and some out-loud worrying, and some explaining to Son #2, who's just called.
"What can I do for you?" I ask Fellow Traveler. This is partly a snippet of counseling advice from my lay ministry training; partly the modeling of my own pastor; partly one of my own favorite defense mechanisms against encroaching chaos --namely, get assigned a bulleted list of jobs. And I recall that Jesus prefaced at least one healing with that question; that's a good precedent.
Fellow Traveler laughs. "Well, there's the dishes...and the kitchen floor..."
Then she gets serious. "What you can do is help me not give up."
I've got a job.