So far, so good.

I've got the building to myself a little while longer. DG hasn't come in yet (she's 10 minutes late so far)--I expect she'll be here soon enough.

Nerves are ok so far. If anything, I'm more rattled by the (thankfully) short phone call from my sister last night...her husband's paperwork was late, and now he's leaving for training on Sunday. Or so they say this time. And she's extremely stressed, and wants someone to talk to, but I just couldn't deal with it last night...all of her troubles, plus a child who'll scream for hours on end, or until she gives up and gives him whatever he's screaming for...I could barely hear her on the phone over the kid, and just couldn't deal with the kid and her at the same time. So, again, I lied to her, told her I had to go finish my class stuff, maybe another time. And I feel like a bit of a shmuck, but I've got to maintain my own mental health, and some days, I just can't do that for both of us. **shakes head** I keep telling myself that she got herself into that mess, and she'll have to get herself out of it, that I can't fix it for her. That's not much comfort after one of those phone calls.

Nearly forgot....

Byron, Bri left me a copy of Sunday's KC Star thing, with that article I'd told you about. Complete with a note: "In case you wanted it. Even to throw darts at."

I'm going to be a trifle catty, and point out that while her pic did make the front cover, I think the close-up shows her age. (Not a bad thing, itself, except for the time she spent trying to hide that.)

That explains it...

Donna just called in late, she's got critters to tend at the vet's this morning. DG has a 9:15 court appearance with one of her kids (gods only know what for, I'm certainly not going to ask), and she'll be in aftewards. So, a bit more peace and quiet.