Lament of an overtaxed, cronic worrier

I figured I should get something down on here before, as usual, this interest slips from my consciousness. Things have continued to be difficult for the last few weeks. Mom's health has not improved and she is most likely going into the hospital this weekend for treatment of what they now think is Pancreatitis. The semester is also coming to an end, threatening to take my sanity along with it as it departs. This fall has taught me that I can't be trusted to do independent study classes. I need deadlines and someone over my shoulder reminding me that I ought to turn things in at reasonable intervals. In addition, I am sensing a cold waiting to pounce at just the moment when I can't afford to spend time in bed. Even though presents are not yet in the agenda or budget, I am eagerly looking forward to Christmas, a day on which most of the world takes a moment to switch-off and I can perhaps take (if not a physical one) a much needed mental nap.