I think it is the realization that T is vulnerable that is so scary. I'm not sure if that ties into abandonment. It does feel like a very young fear. The reasonable, grown up part of me is saying "T will be fine, he has a big support system, it's a bummer that he is hurt, but he will be okay". The younger parts of me just feel sad and scared. They just need to hear his voice...but there is obviously no way we would call him today. So, we'll wait. And maybe knit.

Luckily there is a lot going on in my house today.

I don't know WHAT all of this is about. I hate it when the littlest thing throws me like this.