I don’t usually get quite this dark in my writing (I’m a silly humorist and long-time A&E writer, remember?! Nothing serious about that!), nor do I typically explain my writing, but I found myself sitting in a hallway today anticipating some bad news based on 9+ months of declining health, and new tests, while watching my child deal with a new school (already) without his completely-necessary routine. He did better than expected (“I created some things to quiz him further… he’s beyond that isn’t he?” ‘Yes.’… “I did have some trouble getting him to sit still, but not a big deal.” ‘As expected.’ *grin*). Maybe even better, blood work showed that I’m not dying any more than usual at this time, so I’m doing better (YAY!).
We’ll make it through Kindergarten yet…
Now, it’s time.
More great fear
God, help him
Through this trans-