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A Fairly Typical Friday – April 29th Katherine got the kids off to school and Jim to the office (to once again deal with the out of control client who seemed determined to consume his life, then assuredly would complain about his bill). She decided today would be hers to refocus herself, take stock of every phase of her life, and see if she could get a grip. Back to her lists, her “rock of Gibraltar.” She laughed to herself. “No one really believes they can manage in this life without lists, do they?” It was time to take stock of clothes for the children and Jim, what did they need, and when could she arrange time to go shopping. If she waited much longer, all Ryan’s current pants would be like shorts on him and he would refuse to leave the house. She knew he was being patient with her,