This week, Corvus has camp, which is usually the better weeks in the summer because he has things to do. Yesterday, I was teaching a class, and in order to get both Corvus and I where we needed to go, we had to leave early. Today, my husband had some medical tests and in order to get Corvus and him where they were going we had to leave early. After I dropped Bill off, Corvus and I were driving to camp. He had been extremely anxious all morning and in the car seemed to be on the verge of tears. Finally I pulled the car over and said, "So, what's up?" And Corvus - for the the first time in his life - answered me directly and succictly. He said, "The last two mornings my routine has been all messed up and I dont like that when it happens. It makes me worry a lot!" We were then abile to discuss the fact that the rest of the week would be 'normal' and to spend some calm down time. By the time we got to camp he was a happy boy again - and I was bursting with pride!! Deb