Man, you guys, the last time I talked to my mom was around 2:00 today (it's 9:15 now), and I really wish she'd call with an update on my stepdad's father. I called mom's house around 8:00, but got voice mail. I don't want to call her cell if she's at the hospital.

Not hearing anything makes me assume the worst. I shouldn't, but it's so easy to do in these situations. Gah.

The world lost something important the day Cronkite stepped down from the CBS Evening News. Now we have to lose him all over again.

Erika, that's way cool. How did you meet him?

Okay, mom just called me and told me that for right now, stepdad's father is stable -- still in serious condition, still in the ICU, but he's stable for now. The reason I got her voice mail at home is because she and my stepdad were at a church festival playing blackjack. Heh.

Which I think is a *good* thing -- it's been a crazy stressful day for them, and if stepdad's father is stable, then they need to chill.

So everything is in a holding pattern right now, which is okay, I guess.

Uh, javachik, whyfore the tagline? Puppy mayhem?

YAY for good enough news, Steph!

I want Graeters ice cream.

Uh, javachik, whyfore the tagline? Puppy mayhem?

Yep. I'm keeping her because I'm not a quitter when it comes to pets, but man oh man has it been incredibly challenging.

Java, can I help at all? I'd be happy to share whatever doggy lama wisdom I can provide.

I want Graeters ice cream.

And now I do, too.