Spending the last 3 weeks at my mother's home most of my non-working time and all of my sleeping time has been an experience I will not long forget. Besides the obvious and constant urge to "take away the bad stuff" from both my sister and my mother, I've found little time for myself. But a couple of nights ago, I just had to do it and I'll continue to for as long as I'm there.

I'm giving myself 30 minutes a day, or rather 20+/- minutes if I don't watch the commercials (I soooo miss my TiVo). When mother and Sherry (although Sherry is usually asleep) tune into the 10 pm news and the reporters start talking about the war, traffic accidents, autism in children, murder and mayhem in Dallas, spoiled professional athletes, and whatnot, I sneak into my mother's living room and turn on "The Daily Show."

Few things make me LOL these days, but I usually am able to chuckle at at least several of the Stewart/Colbert/Corddry/Helms/Bee/Black shenanigans during those wonderful 20+/- minutes and I can feel my breathing more relaxed, my blood pressure levelling off at a good 120/80, and for a few minutes, just a few minutes, I'm leaving reality behind.