It is wonderful that your neighbor has you in her life, KB.

The only really up close and personal experience I had with horrible brain function was with my late husband. He had a psychotic break that lasted maybe a day or two on one of his hospital stays. He was extremely cruel and mean to everyone, including me. They had to restrain him and they basically forbid me from seeing him until he was back to normal. He was alternating between crying and begging me to get rid of the restraints and screaming at me. It was the most frightening experience of my life and my heart breaks for all the people that have to deal with this long term. It is one thing to rationally tell yourself that it is a brain malfunction and they don't mean it, but way harder to let it roll off.

Yeah, psychotic breaks are no fun. Marching up and down the hall naked and yelling incoherently at the top of his voice is a memory of Dad I'd love to lose. When we got to the hospital he was still naked (he pulled off everything they tried to put on him), in restraints on a bare mattress (he shredded the sheets). They requested really firmly that a family member stay with him, or we hire private nurses to stay with him around the clock, until they found a drug cocktail to knock him down. Psycho to zombie in four days. I never saw my dad--the person he was--again.

Katie, your neighbor is blessed to have you in her life.

ME is such a lovely person to hang out with - I get to hear all her stories about the fun she had back in the 60s. We get to bond about being free thinking hippies in a Trumpian swamp.

DH and I like to think of ourselves as Auntie Katie & Uncle Dave, Doers of Good Deeds. Makes our karma nice. There's just something about what is freely given.

I have a mission in life to share my car anyway. I had one way before any of my friends did. That meant being the Designated Driver and packing my big Valiant with girls needing rides home. I didn't like thinking of them waiting alone at night at BART. I like to think that habit saved someone from assault.

Lots and lots of surgery~ma for your mother, Steph

Lots of surgery~ma, Steph.

Katie, this sad old world is a better place for having you in it.

So, a thing happened at the staff meeting I held this morning, that I have very mixed feelings about. My boss and grandboss showed up to present me with an award for Leadership in Anti-Racism - for helping a couple of people who live at the house I'm coordinator of get comfortable with the idea of hiring a Somali person. I feel like this is small potatoes up against all the racial injustice in this world. "Congratulations! You are not a complete asshole, and you helped two other people not be assholes." On the other hand, I did do it. (I say this because a couple years ago the person who was supervisor at this house interviewed another Somali person, but ended up not hiring that person because of the negative comments from people who live there.) Yes, we are not about to hire someone the people I support do not like, but all I had to do to get them to give the interviewee a fair chance was look up stuff about the Somali culture and religion with them. Then we came up with some respectful questions to ask her. And then they were comfortable enough with her, that I hired her.

People fear/hate what they don't know. Thank you for all you do to make this world a better place!

Congrats ! That's awesome!

Thank you!

I know I have only scratched the surface.

Aw, you guys.

I'll feel much better when I'm stuck in commute traffic again on Monday....

I want to ask the Somalian about living up in the mountains that source the Nile.