When I last spoke with Dad, Saturday afternoon, he said that he would call me "Monday." That would be yesterday. I didn't hear from him. When that happens, i.e. when Dad doesn't follow through as he says, it usually means that STUFF HAS HIT THE FAN with B. I am sick with worry but, yes, I have my own priorities and my own life to take care of. My car broke down on Saturday and I needed to get a new one (got it this afternoon...luckily found one that was right for me), I have a deposition in New York on Friday I need to prepare for, etc etc etc.... I am just thankful that I am not in a disaster area and have my physical safety. I thank god every day for the basics of life such as clean water, a place to live, food to eat...