We have termination.
The family members that showed up for the hearing this morning were supposed to testify after the break, but they never came back. Their lawyer didn't even come back.
We have TPR. We have it, we have it, we have it.
I feel like I'm not getting enough oxygen to my brain. I've never inhaled airplane glue (well, with the purpose to get high, I mean), but I bet this is about what that feels like. Oh, I know, this feels like the time I had to use the really nasty Kilz primer to put 3 coats of primer over the wallpaper in my parents' laundry room and I almost fell off the ladder, I was so dizzy. Yup, that's about it.