I didn’t go to the hospital in Gainesville because it’s two and a half hours away, and I have two papers due and two finals next week. I figured I’d stay home and get some work done. I might have guessed that what I’d really be doing is staying home and crying and worrying and pacing around the house aimlessly. And I had something else I was going to write about when I opened this, but I can’t remember what it was. Story of my day. My brain is only working in little short bursts.