Emily, I am so sorry. Strength and peace to you all.

Oh Cass, your poor grandmother, too. I hope her surgery goes well and that she recovers quickly and easily.

Does the universe really need to be taking it out on the Nanas? Sheeesh.

Connie, I think a 30 year friendship is (generally) worth fighting for, and worth facing rejection for. And I think it is worth taking on more than your fair share of the fix-it tasks, too. If your friend misread you a year ago, and was hurt all that time (through no fault of yours--you just didn't get that she didn't understand), she might not be able to fight for it. If you don't fight for it, you're going to lose the friend. If you do fight for it, you might win, and you might lose, but you won't be sitting around in ten years, regretting that you didn't try.

Oh, dear. Not a good night around here. I'm so sorry, everyone. Hugs all around.

I'm at school VERY early this morning, because I went to introduce myself to the class I'll be tutoring for. I am exhausted.

{{{EMily}}} and {{{Cass}}}

Congratulations on the benelicious new job, Trudy!

Connie, I hope you can work things out with your friend. I'd think that after 30 years she might get that, hey, Connie gives emotion space under circumstances X, Y, and W. But then, I've cheesed off friends in ways that sound similar to what you described. They usually whapped me upside the head more quickly, though, and we were able to work things out. Good luck.

Not a good night around here. I'm so sorry, everyone. Hugs all around.

What Teh Bug Said.

Anything else I try to say is clumsy, awkward, and potentially inflammatory due to poor phrasing, so I'll just stick with the hugs.

Gronk. Hi.

Dude. Five hours of sleep. Man, I am gonna be FUN today.

Teppy, you must be so exhausted. You poor woman.

How is your dad doing?

If you don't fight for it, you're going to lose the friend. If you do fight for it, you might win, and you might lose, but you won't be sitting around in ten years, regretting that you didn't try.

Should be embroidered on a pillow.

Besides, I have yet to attend a drag show with her, and that's been one of the goals of my life, just for the helpless giggling factor.

edit: thanks for the support, guys. It always terrifies me, putting myself consciously in potential pain's way.

Teppy, you must be so exhausted. You poor woman.

I'm actually not as tired as I thought I'd be. Yet.

How is your dad doing?

Yesterday's angiogram -- AFAIK -- showed no blockage that was serious enough to warrant opening it up with angioplasty. He had a CT scan on Sunday that showed he had gallstones, which the doctor said *might* cause pain/discomfort to radiate toward the general chest/heart area, and Dad could have been assuming that was cardiac-related pain. (Which is always the smart assumption for someone with his medical history, because if you don't take it seriously, you DED.)

He should be released today, unless an alien baby bursts out of his chest. He didn't get a chance to talk to the cardiologist after the angiogram yesterday, so I don't know what the official prognosis is. I'm hoping Dad can give me a good sense of it after he talks to her.

Thanks for asking, honeybunny.

It always terrifies me, putting myself consciously in potential pain's way.

Understandably so. But if it helps, keep in mind that if you don't put yourself out there, there's pain as well. It's just a pain that you already know, so less scary. If you take the risk, there's the chance of a new and different kind of pain, but also the chance of the pain going away altogether. And I'll stop before I start sounding any more like a pharmaceutical insert.

Timelies, all. Much ~ma to everyone who needs it.

He should be released today, unless an alien baby bursts out of his chest.

Oh, Tep. I know it's serious and you're worried, but this made me snort tea through my nose. Poor guy. And poor you, with the insomnia. Hope the doctor has good things to say.