Vexed, disjointed, unnerved, and tired, I think it's time for quietude.

I didn't make the 6:15 pm training session, so I tried the 8:00 pm training. It didn't happen. Though I had been told 6:30 or 8:00 would be fine, that doesn't seem to be the case. The woman I spoke to in person has said Monday (at 6:00 pm only) would be my next chance to take the course. No problem, if a little disappointing.

My mother called and suggests she might have lupus or rheumatoid arthritis. Her computer or her software is woefully outdated, though her skills aren't something I trust either, in any case she couldn't get online to look these up. I did that, and just sent here the best information I could. I haven't had time to read it fully, though it looks as if whichever it is, there are treatments that work. I'll be visiting soon and will go in with her when she gets either the news or more testing. I told her I would keep her in my prayers. She's an old bearcat, but I do love her and hate to think she suffers. When she slowed down a bit ago, I kept asking and she said she was fine, I didn't believe her. Actually, I'm relieved. I was hoping she wasn't going to sandbag me by knowingly keeping secret that she had cancer.

I'll be visiting blogs still, but I think I should be very quiet for a good long time. I've said a lot. I've said too much. I might should stop blogging for a bit too. Zip.

Goodnight.