So today has been about taking the bad with the good, and finding some sort of happy medium. Just as baseball is reeling over the needless speed-related death of a promising and well-loved 24-year-old player, muting the Mets' celebration of their truly historic 17-0 blowout of the Phillies, so our forward momentum in the pre-guest pre-kitty Purge of Aught-Sixteen (we bought a fifth tray table plus a new foldout table, cleared the coat closet, assembled our new laundry hamper, and lots of things went on the throw-out pile) was made a lot less joyful by the news that Mom is in the hospital after having taken a minor tumble. No broken bones, a few bruises, more of a scare than anything else, but as she's had a lot of other aches and pains of late they're keeping her overnight for tests and observations and other fun things hospitals do. I'm hoping at this point it's a matter of adjusting her meds, but I'm now planning on taking my last vacation day of Fiscal Year 2016 on Wednesday and preparing to make the 4-hour trek down to South Jersey and back. Although I feel a lot better after having spoken with her, I'm so emotionally drained all I can think to do is sleep, and hope to regain my equilibrium in time for work tomorrow. At the moment I feel like my life is just sort of blank windows waiting to be moved around (via BoingBoing).