I went to bed at 20:20 last night, and Karen came down at 21:00 and gave me a nice rub; and I slept until 04:00, when the snot goblins got me again. Today was kinda fun at work; I was in the undefined position, the "desk" but I got to have a lot of patient contact... my life, as it were, at work. And I have been thinking a lot about Mom: the way that she talked about my work, and how I loved it, and about how she thought that it was perfect for me. My mother was proud of me, and she was proud of my brother. And I miss her so much. Going through her pictures, I have so many questions... questions that only she can answer. When I am dead, I want my boys to have all of the answers. Boring as they might be, heh. And Mom was always willing to answer... as long as the question was asked. I didn't know how to ask the right questions, I'm afraid. Damn, I miss her. And the mysteries that she leaves. An example: who ***really*** tried to poison my great-grandfather? I miss Mom for lots of reasons; but the main one is that she was a big part of my life, and her opinion really counted. Except, of course, when it came to religion and politics. Her opinions there, in my head, were over-ruled. And I need to make another early night of it... I had a pacer check today, and it was more or less OK....
precedes the dead cold north wind;
I will remain warm.
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