Wow! So much has happened that I've put off writing about it because it would just take too long. However, I want to share so much so I'll just make a bullet list of the high points

• I didn't totally freak out on my way to the rehab my brother is "attending"
• I didn't lose my shit when I saw him
• I said what was on my mind to people and the world did not come to an end.
• That bears repeating:I said what was on my mind to people and the world did not come to an end.
• My father actually spoke with my brother about his feelings. This is amazing for two reasons
• My father never speaks about his feelings
• My father especially doesn't speak about his feelings with my brother!
• My father, despite his natural reticence, and despite the fact that he groused all weekend (and I mean he really hated all this - up until the last two hours he refused to share anything with anyone and then during a stupid, annoying arts and crafts exercise he suddenly spills his guts) stood up in front of 80 or so people and told them that he had just had the best conversation he had ever had with his son (and I would add, probably the first!) and hugged him.
• I mentioned that I was a Christian in front of a room full of people and my parents didn't get ashamed of me.

This is exactly what I prayed for and it was completely unexpected. I asked that I be more open with people and that God would ease some of the loneliness I felt, and he has. He has done a lot of healing in my family. I guess a disaster is sometimes what it takes to get people to talk.

Reading Switching back and forth between The Believer and McSweeneys
Wishing I didn't have to write a paper for class
Plotting a trip to Key Largo. YAY!