Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

What a crazy day!  I was babysitting my grandson, talking on the phone to our younger son who was taking his pregnant wife up to the cabin, arranging our granddaughter's visit tomorrow, all at the same time.  After my daughter picked up her son, I accompanied them to the kids' haircutting place, and took pictures while he cried in her lap.  He was not a happy camper.  Only the Thomas the Train video kept him in the chair.  After, he was happy with his orange sucker, and he looked so BOY with his hair slicked back.  Then home to check on the birthday gifts I'd ordered, and see where I am with being ready for this holiday week.  The answer was not comforting.  The smoke must be in my brain!  Still hoping for a shift of wind or rain or well, a miracle.  And the losses from the fire amass like golems lurking in the background.