Funny how life can lift you up one day and knock you flat on your patootey the next. I had every intention of attending school the past two days, but got a call from my mother Sunday night that her house was on fire, and she was outside with no shoes on. Needless to say, I dropped everything, jumped in the car, and pulled up to four fire trucks, a hazmat truck, and a utility truck outside my mother's home. The good news: everyone made it out safely (including the animals). The bad news: the damage was extensive. It will be two or three months until all is livable again, but it can be fixed.
I had to miss school Monday, and of course my students assumed I was playing hooky, but they were sympathetic when I returned and explained today. Again, the important thing is that everybody is physically well. I will be spending the rest of my Fall Break helping my mother through this tough time. Keep us in your prayers, thoughts, well-wishes.