Five minutes after I posted the last blog entry, I went downstairs to get something and J rises up off the couch saying, “Is it too late to go to the program?” It was a half hour into the afternoon session, but I called them to see if it was okay for her to come in, after all. It was. I took her over, and am writing this to give you a flavor of how it is here, now. As certain as things seem one moment, they can turn right around, in either direction, the next.
No more office work today – I’m headed to the library, and then a little extraeous errand-running before time to pick her up.