The other night my body was tired but my brain was zipping along at breakneck speeds. Pondering. Worrying. Obsessing. Instead of forcing myself to bed I had the brilliant idea of watching Kill Bill, vol. 1. But I can’t watch vol. 1 without watching vol. 2. At one point I looked over at the clock and saw that it was nearly 2:30am. I turned vol. 2 off halfway through, though I didn’t really want to. I needed to sleep as there were places to be in the morning. People to see. When the time came I discovered we’d all woken up on the wrong side of the bed, myself included. But our grouchy little trio had to head out, to the hospital, for round two of the little man’s neuropsych assessment. Thankfully it went well. He was cooperative, again, and this time I received some preliminary feedback. Mostly reaffirming what we already knew. He has some difficulty with language comprehension. Especially abstract ideas, like time. Before. After. And other prepositions. Between. By. With. From. Social interaction is another sticking point. But if he is technically on the autistic spectrum, he lies near the high functioning end. On the border, by and between, in a gray area. We will find out for sure sooner, rather than later.
Bonus: Margaret Cho’s recent post only makes me love her more, and not just because I’m a Lebanese-American (via 42short).
Plus: I enjoyed Haudrey’s new favorite thing, but it scared the bejeezus out of me this morning. You might want to lower your volume a notch or two before clicking.
And: I’m sure this old news to some, but I’ve just now beheld communication course #1 by Zefrank, and it was oh-so-satisfying (via FunJunkie).