This weekend has given me a beating. My mom was admitted into the hospital yesterday and the doctors are trying to figure out what’s going on. Then, because that apparently wasn’t enough, I got an email from the writing workshop I had been accepted to saying that there wasn’t enough space and I was being placed back on the waiting list. If I was in the mood, I would have burst into laughter at the absurdity of everything. Right now I’m sort of just in a suspended state of being and trying to manage everything calmly. I’m pretty certain I’ll burst into tears and scream until my voice is hoarse at some point, but I’m too tired right now.