Timelies all!

Happy Birthday shrift!

Another day, another colossal meltdown. It started when Mr. S tried to lock me in his room, and got aggressive when I got out. He got more and more violently aggressive when I repeatedly told him I was not going into the back of his room, because I didn't trust him. I locked him in his room to cool down, and he threw his tablet out the window, breaking it. This was followed by nearly everything else in his room. Called 911, and the police ended up taking him to the ER. Gary went over there. We'll see what comes of this, because the last week or so has shown that Mr. S can't seem to stay in control at home.

Happy Birthday, shrift!

Oh, Sheryl. I'm so sorry. That's just all so hard.

Happy Birthday shrift!

I am back online after too many days with no internet access or TV signal in the new house. I would not recommend moving on a holiday weekend, for that and myriad other reasons. Still, got everything moved and the empty apartment cleaned and had a great New Year’s Day dinner out with my mom, my best friend’s wife, and my pseudo-nephews, all of whom helped immensely with the cleanup.

The cats are now cautiously exploring the house. They were like night and day—Jackson walked into the carrier of his own free will when I sprinkled a little catnip on the liner and stayed in for almost 9 hours before complaining, whereas capturing Molly was a 40-hour ordeal that saw me running to Urgent Care for infected cat bites after my hand swelled up like a cartoon character’s.

Bills’ player Damar Hamlin made what looked like a normal hit and got back up on his feet, and then just collapsed like 2 seconds later. The broadcasters said the EMTs were administering CPR. I don’t know if he went into cardiac arrest, but it sounds likely.

It sounds a lot like how Chris Pronger had his heart knocked into arrhythmia by a puck to the chest back in the late 90s. Scary stuff.

It sounds a lot like how Chris Pronger had his heart knocked into arrhythmia by a puck to the chest back in the late 90s. Scary stuff.

It's the most common way amateur baseball players die in America (since the advent of batting helmets): line drive hits the pitcher in the chest and causes cardiac arrest.

Thanks for the birthday wishes! I took the day off work and got in a nice, long walk in the park before the rains start again, finished a library book, made chicken pot pie, and assembled more of the 608 piece Lego Orchid I bought myself for my birthday.

That sounds like a lovely birthday, shrift.

Happy Belated Birthday, shrift! Sounds like you had a lovely day.

This is the first day so far in the new year that I don’t have anything to do when I drop off ltc at school. My house will be mine and I plan on journaling and reading and enjoying the quiet. And maybe doing a little bit of clean up. After having her home the whole week she was sick and then the whole vacation, I need a little bit of me time.

Excellent birthday plan, shrift!

Ah, nice recharge day, sj.

{{Sheryl}} I hope this year brings solutions.

{{{Sheryl}}} I hope you’re able to come up with a solution.

I’m so sorry, Sheryl, and I hate that there aren’t better resources in this stupid country for you and your kid.