brief snapshots in time. memories and thoughts. disorganized and random.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007


Sitting in a motel room with my mom in the next bed is not exactly where I would choose to be. Particularly with the boy off touring around the one country that I've wanted to visit since high school, but never been. But there are things that just have to be done.

She didn't even ask. We offered. And I don't regret it for a second.

The last few days have been difficult. On all of us.

I'm exhausted. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.

My sister called to be sure we were safe. She is. Safe at home. We are on our way. When I have more mental clarity I'll explain better.

Right now, rest is what I desperately need.


Glitter said...

What is going on?

Trish Ryan said...

Hope everything is okay...bless you and your mom!