I'd meant to have Ceres published by the 1st of the month, but clearly that did not happen. Instead, we (my nameless boyfriend, the incredible blonde lightening bolt and I) got a phone call, packed our things on a moment's notice and drove down to Arkansas where his mother has been battling cancer. I was going to give her a voodoo doll shaped like a brain tumor, but she's been unconscious since before we arrived.
Last night, she passed. Her son, who will remain nameless, was with her. The lightening bolt is here with me, playing obliviously with a robot monster on the couch. He's fed, he's bathed, he's dressed, and he won't find out until his father gets home. I have no idea when that will happen. And I have no idea what will happen when that happens.