Therapy went well. Maria showed her arm to therapist. I didn't see it
but was told she did not need medical attention and I got the feeling
that Maria's emotions were "okay" right now. The doctor did say she was
not at risk of suicide right now which really made me feel better. Best
news - Maria liked her is is very willing about going to see her
weekly. So all good news.

Actually Maria is in good mood today again and we planned a sleep over
for her two friends for tomorrow. So . . .forward we go.

Me? I am exhausted. I got an A - on Latin test and A on postmodern
paper so that was good. But I am facing enormous work this weekend and
want to take a nap. Escape, I suppose. I just don't feel womanly and I
need to desperately for my identity is tied up in those feelings.

I got comments back on blind review from a reviewer who was obviously a
traditional Catholic (which these days is very much against capital
punishment) and he did not like my article at all.
Truly not from good scholarly reasons. He just recoiled at idea that
the bloody medieval execution could be tied in any way to the spiritual
life and beliefs of the culture. So now I have to waste all this time
addressing his comments and then send it back for second review. Why
do I have to research in such a strange area, she asks herself. It
would be easier job wise if I just stuck with current Supreme Court
decisions and wrote "policy" pieces.

Okay - going to get coffee, tell Maria to wash her hair NOW, and
straighten up this desk putting each project in some kind of order so I
do not feel like chicken little. Got another law school interview,
another Catholic law school. Maria heard phone conversation. I told
her I was going to try not to move us. But this one is a pretty good
school and would be truly final destination . . . . *****. No need to
worry now so I won't. I like Scarlet Ohara - "fiddle dee, I will think
about that tomorrow."