" I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire! Why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. " Hamlet
We learned earlier this month that my mom has inoperable and pervasive cancer - just got the low down a few weeks ago when she had a crise de fois ( crisis of the liver). She had turned totally yellow from jaundice due to a blocked bile duct. Totally asymptomatic up until then. Zipped her to ER and after a few CT scans they found she has tumors everywhere. Waiting for biopsy. Docs need to know where it started to say what the course of disease will be and then can give prognosis, and suggestions for treatment - if any.
Poor mamma! I will likely resign at work as I need to be working full time to help my mother close out physically and emotionally her 81 years of living and move her into our 2 bedroom apartment which currently has 4 people in it. Charter school is very clearly the English term for gulag* and I cannot do two impossibly difficult things at the same time.
With a big push back on the karma, I say, Avanti !
and then karma crushed our car...
*gulag (noun) - a place or situation of great suffering and hardship,
likened to the atmosphere in a prison system or a forced labor camp.