I was going to post about today's Fun Show -- I may yet, Tam's not the only one to have found something kewl -- but something's come up: my Mother, the famous Mom X, collapsed at an intermediate airport, flying to visit siblings. Word is she's stable now but so far, only Big Sis X has managed to actually speak with her, rather than nurses or the doctor. I may be flying to the Mistake On The Lake tomorrow, depending on what I find out in the next few minutes. I'm pretty sure one of Mom's sisters was flying with her.
I make no bones about being a little tone-deaf to faith. Mom X, on the other hand, takes a deep and abiding comfort in hers. If you pray, if you could spare a word for her, I know it will do her good. I'm going to give it a try myself -- at the very least, it won't do any harm.
UPDATE: Looks likely I'll be heading her way Monday, unless the docs decide to send her back to Indy that day. Baby Bro is flying up tomorrow. Medically, she's stable.
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