The good thing: I called the governor's office to complain about the lack of concrete action to investigate and correct conditions at the prison. A special investigator has since showed up there and seems to be serious about doing something. Also, my son is supposed to be transferred to another prison since it is now common knowledge where he is that he is an informant.

The bad thing: I'll believe it when I see it. Also, I have a hard time believing that this action is happening because the governor cares about civil rights. I think it is more likely that the nice woman I spoke with at his office has children of her own and clearly understood my agony and so she wanted to help my boy.



The good thing: Daughter made it through knee surgery with flying colors.

The bad thing: I couldn't go to the hospital to be with her because emergency circumstance had reduced me to basket case status and so my husband had to go there and handle everything without me.



The good thing: An important relationship that ruptured during this crisis has been superficially repaired.

The bad thing: I am at least mentally healthy enough now that I won't forget it when someone says or writes mean things to me when I am laid up in bed suffering and trying to make sense of things. And I quote: "There is a part of me that wants to shut the door and put out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign with your name on it." That sign will always exist now no matter what else he says or does. And that is very, very sad.