What a difference a pill (a day) makes 3

My mom called me yesterday at 730 am, her time (she lives in California) to tell me the wonderful news that the Kingdom of Heaven has arrived. Now, I don’t have anything against the agents of the Lord waging war on all the evils of the world, so long as they start with Bush & Cheney, but when this news is coupled with an admission that she hasn’t slept in three days, that she’s discontinued her antidepressants, and that she spent 2 hours the night before driving around looking for the freeway that is literally 5 minutes from her house, it makes me a little wary. My brother flew out there last night and we’re going to see what happens, but in the meantime she said she’d pray for my worries to disappear. I should’ve given her a list… Fortunately, the folks she left the $500.00 tip for lunch were kind enough to fax me a copy of the receipt so I could adjust it. “Oh good, we’re glad you called and someone will take care of her,” they said. Oh dear. At least she told my brother that she forgave us for thinking she’s crazy. Nice to get that out of the way before the medical workup. Of course, she’s very happy– I could care less about the crazy so long as she’s sleeping and not spending all her money. Fingers crossed.