At Skye's

I'm typing this post from Skye's house on his laptop. I was supposed to go home after work and clean. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Today around noon, I got a call from Adam. Mr. Skelton, a very close family friend of ours, is ... well, we don't know. Mrs. Skelton is worried enough about him to call both of her sons home to their house in rural Alabama. He retired suddenly this past week and I've been told there are other instances, but I haven't been told exactly what they are. This has all been very hush-hush. Which makes me think that Mr. Skelton may be going through some kind of nervous break down. In fact, when I talked to Adam at nine, I was told Mr. Skelton had been admitted to the hospital.

Adam agreed to pick up Jason (the Skelton's son) at the airport in Birmingham tonight from his flight in from Nevada. Well, he had to leave before I got off from work. The problem is that I left my keys in the apartment. So I'm stuck at Skye's (because he's a sweetheart and picked me up from work) until one in the morning most likely.

I was supposed to clean on the apartment until Adam got home with Jason, because Jason was most likely going to be staying with us. Now that Jason's dad is in the hospital, that may not be the case.

I don't mean to belittle the problems of others, but this has been really stressful on me and has instigated a few fights between Adam and I just in the past day alone.