This just hasn’t been my week. I get high, and then WHACK!
I got a pretty frantic call from Samantha at 3:00 p.m. or so. She was obviously upset … the folks her mom was staying with think she’s had a stroke. Samantha was calling as she was driving to the hospital.
I went to class [which, really, wasn’t as bad as I feared … he didn’t go nuts when none of us had gotten the homework to compute, like I figured that he would], and the first thing I did when I got out was call her cell phone. I left a voicemail. I haven’t heard back from her yet.
Dammit. Things were going so well today. My thoughts and prayers are with her mother … I’d ask for yours to join mine.
Anyhow, I’m going to Ruggby’s with Sean and Todd in an hour or so, unless I hear from Samantha and she needs me to come down there. Maybe Senate meets tonight, and maybe they don’t, but I’ll be at UAH at 8:45 either way. All my loose ends for the day are tied up–well, at least the ones that I can control, anyway–and I need to relax. Ruggby’s should do that just nicely.