It was better in the morning - doing better with Amtrak schedules though today also felt long and stressful. I'm so frustrated that Ruth and Chris didn't get tender, supportive, compassionate care at their followup appointment with the obstetrician - frustrated that Bob's class is mostly not behaving well and that teaching feels more like discipline and trying to manage than an exciting soul changing mind opening mission. I want everything to be good for everyone I love, and it just isn't. Zachary's stitches do look good though - his little head healing. Even there I'm distressed. Joanna reported that he wasn't able to answer questions like "What is your last name?" at the hospital because of the concussion. Its freaky that we are so vulnerable, our brains so vulnerable. He does seem completely himself now and is even doing an unusually good job of remembering not to run and jump with the stitches in.