So the optimistic plan Friday morning was for four solid days of pursuing what I derisively refer to as "my art." I was going to write and carve and cut glass. I was feeling strong enough to shout down the inner demon who points out my lack of talent and laughable attempts at artistic expression. I had the future by the tail and I was feeling strong.

That didn't happen.

I went for morning coffee with my mom and ended up rushing her to the the hospital cardiac unit. They found fluid around her lungs and have spent the weekend trying to get her heart into a normal healthy rhythm.

Truth be told, I would rather spend time with mom than wrestling with my inner demon, but I'd like it to be in a more pleasant situation, probably with coffee and little cookies. This has been a stressful weekend, but it has a happy ending. She's coming home today so we'll get to enjoy Easter out of the hospital.