What an incredibly fucked up week it was, and now, finally, things are settling down and I’m feeling better, emotionally, physically, etc. David has the patience of a saint. On a fun note, right before my abdomen launched its attack, I spent some time with my sister Jane while her daughter Bella was in Junior Theater. The result? Kids still skeev me out. And, of course, I wrote about the experience in my column, called LOLLIPOP GUILD. I even managed to make a video, which you can see right here:

It’s Thursday, and I’ve managed to do nothing social (save for spending a delightful evening with some friends who were in from out of town) for nearly TWO WHOLE weeks. This is good for me. I was obviously overextended, as evidenced by my complete physical breakdown. The body lets you know. It says Hey, take a breath, oh, don’t want to? Then fine, I’ll make you. I was made. But I’m grateful, because I really, really needed it. Tomorrow night, my mother returns from the east coast. I’ll be grabbing her at the airport and apologizing in advance for the article I just turned in, the one that will come out next week, about this whole deal with her father dying. I’ll apologize to her for my honesty. I kind of can’t help it. But, despite my honesty, I showed extreme restraint. We’ll see how that goes over. I must say, for me, it was cathartic. Then again, writing always has been for me. It’s therapy, the best kind there is.