I received an email in the wee hours of the morning. I know this because I had my headphones still on and heard the familiar little ping indicating that something had arrived in my cyber mailbox. It’s not my custom to fall asleep with those honking big headphones on but drift away I did after reaching for them in quiet desperation sometime after 1 p.m. when it was clear that I needed the soulful melancholy of cedar flute music to lull me into anything but awake. Doomsday scenarios aside, I’ve got a host of worries on my mind, chief among them my son. Honestly I thought I’d catch a break from the universe after my mother passed. Years of dealing with her issues dominated…