Just checking in

Trina left Sunday early afternoon, after sleeping 11 hours at night and taking a nap at noon. I told Mandy that she had no attention span, repeated questions I had already answered, and was sleeping far more than was normal. All of this made for a quiet visit with me, but was of course very worrisome. I don't know if it is a side effect of her many medications or what, but something is not quite right. Of course, I suppose it is possible that the child was just exhausted on multiple levels.

I won't be surprised if she ends up bouncing right back into the treatment center. She is a deeply troubled young woman. She was sweet, seemed significantly younger than her years, and had a pretty troublesome psychiatric history. In other words, a whole lot like Frankie.

Last evening Roland and I went to a real dinner party. It is a yearly event and is the most grown-up function that we go to all year. The guest list is always crawling with lawyers who work for civil rights organizations, lesbian organic farmers, and other interesting people. It was a lot of fun and I am not sure why it is one of the only functions that doesn't make me nauseous with anxiety. Normally facing a room where I don't know most of the people makes me want to run for the hills, but this one doesn't. I know there be 18 people there and I will have never met most of them, but they are also such cool people. (Don't tell, but Roland and I are special and unlike the other guests, get invited every year.)

This week promises to be an extra busy one at work. I don't know how much I will publish, but I'll try to keep up on reading your blogs.

Be well.