Surely it will come back to me. Let’s see…what must be done today? Coffee. CASA. Oil change in the beast. I guess that’s not so bad. If only the CASA part were getting better instead of worse. I need to figure out a way to not be so upset by this…this…foulness. At this point it should be simple. See the kids once a month, make sure they’re okay. Whatever okay means anymore. But these individual phone calls are kicking my ass. It’s just never good news. There must be a silver lining…what is it??? That resources exist to deal with the horrific things that happen to kids? I guess we’ll go with that. Because it’s definitely not the fact that I never went to the grocery store…and so have no coffee. Sob. I guess that means first things first. Further introspection will have to wait.