You know that moment when something goes wrong, when something happens, and before you have time to consider the implications or wallow in the muck, you kick into Mom-gear? In case you're unaware, Mom-gear is the gear where you just start dealing and checking shit off your list? It's the one right after high speed and right before exhaustion. I've had that week. Dodging curve-balls left and right and bobbing and weaving as the punches came my way. And now it's Saturday and the universe isn't showing any signs of letting up anytime soon. And yet, I managed two visits with my recuperating father (thank you for asking, he's going to be fine). And two separate lunches with friends. One good long walk in the city of my childhood and two big jobs signed. My desk resembles my teenager's room and we're out of boxed macaroni and cheese. It's a mess and I'm tired. But Niall is in the other room playing cards with Quinn and Jake is spending the night with his Dad. All's well. And tomorrow, maybe, we'll get some good news.