I didn't feel like pricking my finger this morning. I have been checking my sugar level every morning, the first thing upon rising. My readings have been high. My doctor says that it is because I am not exercising, not getting my heart rate up high enough for long enough. I walk the dog, but she says that that is not good enough. I don't want to lose my toes. I don't want to lose my feet. Diabetes sucks.

I didn't hear from my son last night.

The last message that he had left me said that he and friends were going to see a movie. That was around 8:30pm and at 3:00 am, when I was laying down to go to sleep, I had not heard from him. Usually, always that is, my son calls me and tells me where he is going to spend the night on the weekend nights. He mostly spends the these nights at his friends' house,which is fine with me, because he has great friends.

I called his cellphone: it rang endlessly, the voice mail did not pick up. I said a prayer or two and went to bed. I had faith that he was alright and that my voice mail was not working correctly, as was often the case.

I woke up at nine and immediately called my son's cell phone, again. A computer voice came on to say that, "the subscriber that I was trying to reach was not accepting calls." I then called one of his friends. This friend said that he had come in early and did not know where Graem was. I called another of his friends and thank god he said hold on that Graem was there.

"You didn't let me know where you were, last night," I said to my son, when he got on the phone.

"Yes, I did, I left a voice message," he said.

"Well, I didn't get it," I said, "but all that matters is that you are safe. I love you," I said.

"I love you," he said.

And now everything is alright because I know that my son is safe.