No, the title of this blog entry is not about lack of fuel or power or natural gas. It’s about me.
I was under the weather at the start of the week. I guess I had a touch of the flu (fever and chills, fever and chills), but it didn’t last long. Then yesterday I took my mom (91) to the hospital. She’s having chest pains. Doesn’t look like a heart attack at this point, but she is still in pain and in the CCU. It’s hard to see my mom in pain. She is so rarely sick, and not knowing what is the problem makes things somehow worse (I think). And there are some tests she doesn’t want to undergo because they cause her so much more pain. My mom, bless her heart, can be stubborn.
The design pages for Diamond Place arrived yesterday. I have to read and turn them around rather quickly. And, of course, I’m looking at my December 1st deadline for my Christmas story and growing nervous.