Ugh! I'm so tired and feeling not so great about something else. It's 6 pm Eastern US time and I'm in NJ after a long flight. We got up at 5:15 am in Germany (what was 11:15 pm in NJ) and didn't get any sleep since. I'm showered with teeth brushed and in bed at our Airbnb.

I tried calling my sister to finally tell her I've arrived, but she answered in distress, saying she had to hang up as she was in the hospital. She called back just a few minutes later to tell me that my nephew (her eldest and only living son) is in the psych hospital and was briefly last week, too. I won't say much more, because I know little more and am distressed. Not just at the fact, but my sister's disturbing reaction.