Hell is being alone in Wal*mart.

You, only you, are alone in hell ... surrounded only by zombie like figures wearing faded red vests. Go ahead, ask them anything... they will only stare back, possibly drool, or absently look busy as they straighten items on the shelves. The lights hum, and the TV yarns on and on about a product sale that you have no need of. --This was my hell at 6:45 this morning. I needed to get a cat carrier to take the TWO sweet, furry BOYS to the clinic.

Hmmm.

"On Friday [teacher's assistant] mentioned that [teacher] was disappointed that I left so abruptly. After arriving early and talking for about 45 minutes AND having written a List of negative things about [beloved child], AND the fact that I needed to drive to Logan (to get to the audiologist for N and M) that night, I stood up, explaining that I Really had to go. It still took me several more minutes to leave, even pausing in the hallway to look at student work."

I edited the above out of a letter/email. But I need to remember it. Sigh. Generally,(I keep reminding myself) if you are worried about something, you are right.