I'm still down a bit because of the business with Laura. I dearly hope she doesn't think she needs to attempt suicide to escape the situation as she felt in the past. I'm going to check with Greyhound to see if there's a way to have a ticket waiting for her whenever she might want one. That way, she wouldn't need money or to finagle a credit card called in or anything to get away from her mom. Just show up and get on the bus.
A friend pointed me to a site exploring encapsulating one's day in three words. I don't think its evocative enough, but it inspires me to try haiku.
burning neck muscles a stone nearby my heart yet resolve and hope