It's okay. I'm better now.

Well, my mother has gotten out of surgery, and everything seems to be fine. The doctors have yet to tell any of us much of anything which might guarantee any long-term solution. But that's the way it goes, I guess.
My wife met me at soccer practice and let me go home, so I did just that. I tried to sleep for a while, but there were too many phone calls going on to allow it. But I do feel a lot better--not quite so full of piss and vinegar, so to speak.
I think I was just under a little too much stress earlier.
I apologize to any who were offended by the previous rant.

I'm still pretty tired, but I think I'll fix a rum and coke and start wheedling this paper out of my mind. It's not going to be a work of art, but it'll most likely be as good as anyone else's. I may post some of my poetry later if I need a break, but for now

It's time to get busy.