New post.

I just got done subbing for the company volleyball team. I can jump higher than most of the folks there but that's about all I've got going for me. I pretty much suck otherwise.

I can't seem to post a comment on my last post for some reason so I'm putting that off for the moment.

Cherity's brother is in recovery and I believe will physically be OK.

We've had a bout of bad news. I called Mike, a very good friend of mine, to see if they might have room at their place in the cities for Cherity, if need be, when she drove up that way. When I got to talking to him, I came to find out that he had broken his ankle pretty badly (surgery and pins) and he will be home from work for 5 weeks or so. Not a good situation. They just moved in to their new house near uptown.

The next day Mike called up and asked how Cherity's brother was and then proceeded to tell me that Kyle, another good friend, just lost his mom, Pat, to breast cancer. Cherity had just rode with Pat to Madison to her doctor's appointment over Christmas vacation. I couldn't believe how fast it happened. I called Kyle up immediately and he was fortunate enough to make it down to Platteville from Denver before she was gone. I only talked to Kyle very briefly just to let him know I was there if he needed anything. Mike and Kyle are the only two people from my distant past that I've ever tried to keep in touch with.

I'm tired.