at the moment

Jane is, presumably, still in surgery; Kate is at the hospital, and will call me when she gets news. I have cooked a big pot of comfort food, washed dishes, swept the floor, scrubbed the toilet, and dosed Skippy with catnip to keep him from being underfoot -- he's picking up on my anxiety, and kept following me around the first floor, though silently, as opposed to his usual editorials when one or more of us is tense. I've also talked with Kate, and Debbie, and am about as calm as I can be.

Yea, right. I may scrub the stairs today.