Emerging from the editing hole with two askings to report:
Yesterday's earthquake caught me at the house of Mr. A's cousins at the end of our second lunch of the day (the first was at my mom's). Everyone ran outside, we started talking about the other earthquakes we've experienced and The Big One. Later that night, I got some news about some of my family members -- good and bad news, about a milestone and a health condition.
I think the day's turn of events prompted Mr. A to ask me a question.
"If something awful happens and you end up on a respirator, paralyzed or incapacitated, what do you want me to do?"
I haven't formed a very strong opinion about this, but I do have certain beliefs -- I like my life. I'm still young. I wouldn't want to die if I had a chance of survival. I also wouldn't want to be hooked up to a machine for decades if I'm brain dead -- which led me to give him a half formed answer.
Then, I turned around and asked him the same thing.
We talked about a few more scary things along these lines before deciding we need to think about these issues more carefully and write everything down. Just in case. Then we curled up on the couch to watch an Amish murder mystery on Hulu.
Strange day, indeed.
[image via For We Are Many]