Family Cycles

Eldest Son (37) is text-ranting this morning. Right on . . .?schedule? I remain convinced that when one family member cycles, we all cycle, even through the sucking black hole of family estrangement. My grieving over the uncle ES never knew has triggered cycles withing the family branch I left in the urban homestead, as well. Text-ranting is part of ES's personal cycle. His textellas get quite elaborate when the text-ranting escalates to text-tantrums. This pre-dawn morning's round has been downright concise, compassionate and mellow on the ES Scale. Hope healing happens here. YS and Hubs have both been text talking throughout this pilgrimage. Facts currently unavailable, but I believe they are both holding steady. The S.O.'s of both sons are too new to the family cycle for my mom-senses to read with any confidence, what-so-ever. Even the grandkids. At 1 and 3 years old, their personal cycles remain a mystery to me. Part of why I like them so much. Hope springs eternal.

I spent most of yesterday on the interstate. Zoom, zoom. The knots in my colon are pretty fierce this morning. Plying therapy tools. . . I believe they are just carbaric stress knots. Just. . . I expect to cross the Sabine River into the Boom State before noon. Boomin' zoom. I'll drop off the interstate shortly after I cross the Sabine. Even the web apps agree that the interstate routes are out of the way for this particular stretch. By-passing the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex is more efficient by any measure.

ETA at the urban homestead 2:30 p.m. CST(daylight savings time).

Prayers in progress. Healing hopes for all, no exceptions.