...a free weekend

On Thursday night Dad called to say that Mom has pneumonia. He sounded very worried about her--but then Dad always sounds worried when Mom is sick. He doesn't cope well when she is out of town or not feeling well. So I stayed late at school on Friday--a 12 hour day--to make sure I had everything ready for Monday. If I needed to head over the mountain this weekend I didn't want to have to rush back to get to my classroom. When I got home on Friday evening I called and talked to Mom. The meds are working, she's feeling much better, she'll see the doctor again on Momday, and a kind neighbor brought over a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup. No need for me to go over. Whew. "Stay home and take care of yourself." Thanks, Mom, I will. My throat has been raw since Wednesday and I haven't had much of a voice. (Lots of finger snapping to get kids' attention!) If I were not feeling a bit under the weather myself, I'd be across the mountain, even though Mom said she it wasn't necessary. Instead, I have the luxury of a free weekend to do as I please: nap, sew,

read, whatever. (My only pout is that I'm missing a group ride this morning.)