Fun weekend.

Sigh.

I am drowning in email; I tried to go do something fun today and was guilt-tripped into taking son-friend, who promptly upon arrival had an absence seizure. Then he was ok for a while, and had another as I was driving. On the freeway.

Sigh. It's not his fault.

Squoosh is fine, all cats are fine. Meg is fine. Nurse Betty is fine.

Mom I would sell to the gypsies for a shiny nickel.

I officially hate Memorial Day because of my brother, but that whole deal is more than I can bear to even think about right now. Just can't deal. I will vent eventually, when I can cope with thinking about it.

And I'm back snowed under. Whee!

I swear to god--you can't *buy* this kind of fun. You have to just let it happen to you.