Black Cloud.

I handed in my notice this morning. Second son spent last night in my bed hanging on to me like grim death. Every time I moved, he sat up and asked if I was going to work. I've let my boss down, I've let myself down and I feel down. But to keep going means to let Second Son down at a time when he desperately needs everything I can give him and then some. So, no more work for me until SS gets through high school. We'll pinch, but we'll manage. We have before, and we will again. And I'll be here 24/7 to deal with whatever comes. Which is my real job. And always will be.