I am safe. My dad managed to get the "spare" car working to get me to the train. I just knitted and decompressed for the train ride (as much as you can on a jam-packed Amtrak with the person in front of you reclining all the way) and then when I got back did some work with friends, ate Dominos, and a friend of mine dyed my hair just now, in a "treat yo self" spirit. Mr. Toad gets back tomorrow and we both have the whole evening free. I will recover and be okay by Tuesday.

Thank you so much, all of you, for your support when I was so upset and scared. I'm eventually going to write a whole post about living with my dad, and his mental illness, and what that creates for my family, I think. You all were really exactly what I needed - a kind community I could talk to with some anonymity. I can never truly express my gratitude for you all. I'll let Tom Hiddleston do it for me.

I am safely back at school - Thank you GT.