I don't like to say this a lot but.....

today was just awful.

I was still asleep when I walked into work. Most mornings, there is this overnight guy named Rosy (don't ask) who is finishing up his Dungeons and Dragons game about the time I walk in. He usually saves me a piece of his breakfast which 9 times out of 10 is some kind gourmet cheesecake. (Matt and I discussed this at length and decided it is okay for me to accept gifts from other men as long as A.) Said man is not more handsome than Matthew, B.) Said gift is edible, and C.) Said man is aware I am a married woman. But he played hooky last night so I went hungry.

Then as soon as I slugged out onto the sales floor, Debora read off a to-do list that was longer than the numbers of pointless mind numbing shows on MTV. I like Debora, but I keep telling her and she just doesn't listen. If she tries to talk to me before 8:30 am, all I hear is the teacher from beloved T.V. classic Peanuts.

I banged up my shin pretty bad walking through a roll rack. Apparently Debora had warned me that she had lowered the bar, but all I heard was, "Wah wah wha."

With my shin throbbing, I hobbled around for the rest of the morning. Just when I moronically thought things couldn't get worse, Matt's sister called.

Even though Sara is one of my favorite people, she was the last person I wanted it to be when my pocket vibrated. But low and behold.

Matt's mom is very sick, and planning to end her battle with cancer. Very soon. Sooner than we expected. Sooner by the day it seems... We planned on taking time off work to go visit her next week, but Sara calmly suggested we take a flight in the next few days. So while I was at work, and Matt was at school, she did some finagling and got us on a flight for Wed.

And as we speak, Matthew is trying to get us a flight out tomorrow morning, and the next shuttle to Salt Lake because Sara called again just a few minutes ago.

This isn't even the beggining. But I'm sweating really bad...and I have only an hour to pack.

Fill you in later.