A Calmer Me

Aahh, we’re nearly four days removed from Friday night’s melt down and I’m doing much better. Of course, news, sleep and a call from Mom on Saturday morning have all helped. So did the half an hour I spent meditating about the fact that her not calling me “wasn’t about me”. It turns out the road trip from Indiana to Boston exhausted her and she didn’t call anyone.

Squid’s doing as well as can be expected. There was some excitement yesterday but that’s resolved itself (with much help from medical professionals). Sooner or later he’ll breath on his own while sleeping and not need the respirator. Which means he’ll be able to talk. If I was one of his caretakers, I’d consider it a blessing and a curse. But then, I’ve been arguing with the boy for twenty some years now.

The emotional roller coaster of the last several days wore me down yesterday and I went to bed around nine o’clock. I slept like the dead and so avoided getting out of bed this morning until way too late. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better on that score.