All At Once

I feel like I should change my last name Murphy. In the past week, everything that could go wrong did. On top of being an emotional basket case while trying to produce an intelligible thesis proposal, my mother was admitted to the hospital last night. I drove home to VA early this morning through a rather treacherous snow storm. But, all that matters is she's going to be ok. Still, what a scare. Seeing your mom hooked up to machines in an antiseptic mausoleum of an environment will put the fear of God back into you.

Home until the 22nd and then back to NJ for our annual rendezvous with at least 3 of the 7 Deadly Sins... gluttony being the most prominent. Christmas will test your limits, especially if there are 30 or so Hungarians in the mix.

Kinda in limbo at the moment. Yet, despite my penchant for pessimism, I know happiness must be around the corner. I'm counting on it!