I am tired. I don't feel as overwhelmed as I used to feel in the print shop days, but there's a lot on my plate nonetheless. I am getting caught up on my art, and modeling still moves forward. My diet is suffering from the stress.

Taking care of Little Blond is a full-time job that is as exhausting as it is rewarding. Having to drive Bio-mom into a seemingly endless gauntlet of medical appointments, bureaucratic nightmares and other fiascos, while she's being distrustful of everyone is a lot less fun.

I am hoping that she will go ahead and sign the Delegation of Powers documents at the county office. It's hard to take care of LB's needs and signatures, when the one person legally authorized to do so is passed out on a hospital bed with an IV full of antibiotics. Of course, that would involve actually getting to the appropriate office at the county building long enough to do so. At least, we are on the verge of getting that taken care of next Tuesday. Let's just hope mom makes it long enough to do do. At least her family is finally on our side. I just wish there was something I could do about kiddo's undestandable stress. Ice cream, homework and helping dad cook make a difference, but it's rough to see her go through this madness.

LB prayed the rosary with Vas when she had a nightnare and nothing else calmed her down. She reminded me that she was a Christian, so I acted accordingly. Bio-mom was pissed at me when she found out that her child took part in Marian devotion. "Catholics aren't Christians." I just told her to shove her opinion up her ass. I'm an nontheist, neither a Christian nor a bigot who knows nothing about the Reformation . She softened and let LB know that she would get her family's heirloom rosary.

If a little girl tells me that she wants to pray to Jesus and go to church, I'll do my best to help her out. Part of what makes us human is our search for community. She's old enough to begin her journey, I'm old enough to continue mine. Even if we walk separate paths.