My cell had died while I was away (left the charger at Aunt's house), and plugged it in when we got to the car. There were 3 messages from H, all sounding like he is in the bottom of some dark pit, looking to talk to the kids. They will call him today at the scheduled time.
MIL also told me that H got in touch with them on Tuesday at 4am. She said that it caught her by surprise and she didn't get to say all that she wanted, and that it didn't seem to get them anywhere. Too bad for them.
Other news in the neighborhood: H went down last weekend to visit with his sibs; and CW did not go. She was away, also, but came back Mon (in-laws were hoping that she ran off with her kids).
And I so don't care about all of it.
D has a birthday party tonight (bff's S), so I will probably do that. Then, the class tomorrow. Sunday will be mowing and back-to-school shopping.
My hand-shakes are back, but I still feel pretty good. I know that they will go away, too, and I have a good life to get back involved in.
{{OT, L, Sara, Kat, Trip}} Thanks for checking in on me, friends :0)
