I'm supposed to be in London, but I'm still in Atlanta.
I arrived in Washington D.C. on Tuesday for my connecting flight to London when I got a call that my mother had been in a car accident. Delta got me on a plane back to Atlanta that same evening.
Mom has a broken wrist, nose and lots of cuts and bruises from the airbags deploying. She will recover, but I'm a lousy caretaker and she's a lousy patient.
I am disappointed as hell that I missed the 20th anniversary trip to London and Paris and all the writing I planned to do, but Donna and I are already looking ahead to early 2016.