After lunch today I received a call from Colleen who was crying hysterically. I told her to go home and then I took my own advice. Later in the day I learned Mom had a stroke. We will know tomorrow what strengths are left. Right now she only says Ok or NO and pats people on the cheek.

I left another message with Colleen without response.

Twice today I heard references to Don Quixote - - coincidence? I tilt at windmills.

Time for the Jack Bauer Hour.

My Mama is very sick.  She still has her sense of humor and can name basketball players in the playoffs.

We are all handling this the best we can. I tried calling Colleen again without response. Maybe her lack of contact is a blessing.

I am at home taking a mental health day. I feel completely off the mark. This feeling even entered my dreams saying that a good leader can't be in this state of mind.

ACSO administration decided Pen & Ink is cancelled due to gang insignia included in one of the pictures. I am pissed that the library was  not included in any part of the decision making process. We were not consulted. Too late for wishes but I should have made sure a gang expert had looked at the issue.

Mongo and I are cuddling in CG's bed watching the wind blow petals from the trees. I have so much work to do and I can't do anything.

Ah, the work week is over. I am waiting for Carl to come home and we will join his colleagues for dinner. Jean Long is providing the food so I know we will eat good.

This Wednesday I return to Minnesota. Bobby is adding a quilt workshop to the hospice duties. Wow, way cool for me. I will buy the wine and will not worry about embarassing myself. I just cannot decide to start a new project or work on completing an old one.

I tried calling Colleen yesterday in the hope of taking the high ground but she did not answer or return my call. Poophead.