I took a 10 minute walk today and stabbed some wool to clear my head. To claim space for myself. Necessary with family stressors and all the damn driving I’m doing.

In the last 11 days, I drove to Springfield and back three times. The last was to visit with all four of my brothers for the first time since the 1980’s, and to stop in as a group to see my mother.

She’s much frailer than even a week ago. And step-dad seems to be quieter, more concerned. Of course a house full of people doesn’t allow a person to really observe. I may drive back down on Wednesday, the day I’m supposed to show up in court for that 31 MPH over the speed limit that I got in February.

My lawyer’s office is filing a contingency. I called and they haven’t filed it yet, but the woman answering the phone says there has been conversation and there are a list of names bouncing back and forth. And she will let me know if they can’t file, if I need to be there on Wednesday.

Sheesh.

Anyway, it’s only another 90 minutes to travel on down to Springfield from there.