Yoyo loses his mojo

This morning I had to go out to the courtyard after Mass to speak with Sr. Cecilia. Majed our doorman was sweeping the courtyard and Muhammed his no.4 son (7 yrs old) was helping. Majed called Yoyo his no.3 son (8 yrs old) to come out to greet me ... and Yoyo was all grouchy and down the dumps. Didn't even give me his usually arabic style wham-bam high-five. Usually he's the most fiesty of Majed's 5 sons - the first to get into a fight and the first to start anything. Well today he wasn't. Found out he was being bullied in school. Poor chap. He's really small for his age (poor nutrition) but he's a good chap. He calls me Abu Zenaiba (father of mosquitoes) because I catch mosquito larvae to feed the fish. Hope he settles that problem in school. It's terrible to see him with his head down, dragging his feet and no confidence at all.

I'm still pretty lost mentally. Thought it was Wednesday today and got lots of stuff mixed up as a result. People had to remind me it's Tuesday. Something going around in the head that's making me so confused. Maybe I need to rest. I couldn't even remember the name of our driver ... I just stood at the door of the car trying to recall his name and drew a total blank. Maybe I'm tired. Whatever. Even forgot to take my medication for 2 days. No wonder I'm feeling sick.

Well let's hope tomorrow will be better.