well this is encouraging

Lisa roused herself by 8 o'clock and was already fully dressed and getting ready to go when I went back upstairs to take her a cup of coffee and her morning meds. It looks like she'll be able to take her mom to the doctor after all.

She's also pissed off because I mentioned that I had gone to the basement at 6:30 because she had awakened me, and she didn't appreciate being reminded of that. Her mom gives her shit all the time about getting up during the night.

Dang. This blog was so much more comfortable to write when I didn't know that anybody actually read it. Especially friends and family. Oh well; most great art and writing comes from personal struggle pain. Not that I am a great artist or writer, of course. But nearly everything I write today would probably shock my Language Arts teachers. I didn't really learn how to write anything of substance until I had to take English in summer school to get my high school diploma.

Got the broom, ready to sweep out the basement. See ya on the flip side.