So Karen and I left here as soon as she came home at 8:30 this morning and I took the hospital phone number I had looked up with me. After meetings with two attorneys followed by three school officials we then picked up Tris and stopped for lunch. Next, and in between my two Docs appointments in the afternoon, Karen stopped by her lab so Tris could schmooze with "Aunt Cheryl" who is constantly sending him things. I stayed in the car and called Kendall.

I was going to tell you how sorry I was about another hospitalization but how confident I was that all would work out. I was going to tell you that you need to to say thanks to any powers that you have stock in for Jacqui and your fine daughters. I was even going to put in a special word for Sins and how glad I am she moved up there. I had a few other admissions I was going to tell you too.

But you were gone. Gone home. Nobody but the operator to talk to there. It was exceedingly disappointing on a number of levels and I was also sort of pissed I had gone to all the trouble to look up the number, take it along with me, work a call into my schedule on this somewhat busy day, and be prepared to to tell you how much I actually DO worry about your sagging old ass. But you were gone.

So I am now left to just post here to you and after all of the above including the pissed off disappointment, I have decided to simplify my message...................

............go fuck yourself............


Spaw