And? ? ?

The back is recovering nicely from yesterday's pain, but I am still saluting the nag flag and being gentle with it. I gave it a dose of the work to which it has become accustomed during this five month sojourn. I scouted the western shore of the Mississippi and the southern shore of the Ohio. I chuckled over the memory of the driving backaches I experienced in the first weeks of this sojourn. This morning my back seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief for the familiar turf.

Then began the text stream from Hubs. YS was picked up by the police last night while attempting to throw himself from a bridge. His current whereabouts unknown. Hubs was worried that this was going to further complicate the CPS involvement on behalf of the GK's. Ya think? I hope so. All hands on deck! Help needed!! It wasn't working so well for me to try to do it alone as a not-working, Monster-in-law hobby. Hubs was sounding pretty strangled with the development. He didn't ask, but I could just about hear his pleas for me to come home and get back to business as usual. I'm still feeling that as trying the same thing over and over while expecting different results.

Just breathe. . . Let God lead the dance.

Sorting. . .