I had several calls to make at work once arriving. Everybody seemed no worse for wear with regards to me and yesterday so I escaped quickly to my office, made the calls, and sat relieved that was done. What was on my mind was Joyce. Just as I left for work, she came walking outside holding her head and crying something pitifully. "I'll be home soon," I told her trying to soothe what mentally ailed her. I felt at a loss and had to go, though. "Call your sister!" I then emphatically exclaimed as I rolled up my window and drove off. "Why does work trump someone in need?" I kept thinking on the drive to the pharmacy feeling dirty, unwashed. It was one of the few times I most definitely felt between a rock and a hard space. Trapped. Screwed if you do, screwed if you don't. I just couldn't be late for work after leaving early the previous day.