Right now I've got what I call a "computer hangover". Not sure how many hours I was on last night/this morning, but it was a good many.
Mom had another one of her visions, this time of 'angel wings' on the ceiling of her room at night. Instead of inspiring me, combined with the other irritations of the day, and in general, it depressed me - 'why don't I ever get to see these things?'
