Saw my mad, homeless son napping in the ground by a coffeeshop. Had a more coherent conversation than usual, he spoke kindly to me, smiled, asked for money but not threateningly... He did say he was a Cherokee chief prophesied to kill the people involved in his legal woes so, still mad as a hatter, but it had been over a year since I'd seen him so in all, a positive interaction.

Plans for the forthcoming nuptials of his twin brother proceed. I cannot talk said brother into letting me tell his crazy twin about the wedding. I would like to offer the chance to clean up temporarily, but have been forbidden from saying anthing. So I am not. But that is distressing me out,I can say.