I've stopped at home, as the drug store delivered The Boy's neupagen and it needs to be refrigerated. The Boy is still in intensive care, and they're trying to find the right mix of things to reduce his blood pressure to manageable levels. We're not getting out this afternoon, but - with luck - this evening. More likely tomorrow or Friday.
I made it to work on time this morning, which was made more difficult by the fact that a bank of elevators wasn't working at the hospital on my way out, adding about 15 minutes to my travel time. I got home, showered, brushed my teeth, and changed clothes and made it to school with about two minutes to spare.
Work's... work. It's hard to concentrate on things. My music teachers always called me a functional depressive, though, so I'll muddle through. Drum major auditions this afternoon, then honors banquet with Cousin J., then back to the hospital & let's see what happens.