Mom's knee surgery: Went well. Too groggy to speak tonight, but I will catch up with her tomorrow. I hope so at least- I *have* to talk to my mom(my) on my birthday!
Grandma's hospital adventures: she's doing fine, they are still running tests to figure out what's going on with all the falling. She's annoyed about all the fuss.
Job interview: I think it went OK? I can't tell anymore. I didn't screw up as far as I can tell. I wrote my thank you notes before the application of bourbon. We'll see.
Christ, I am wiped out. Thanks for the ~ma.
A hot bath, a Lush bath bomb, and The Beatles Rubber Soul.
Life is good.
Cereal:
Nora, here's hoping both Mom and Grandma are on the mend and yay for a good interview. (Because it was. I'm sure of it.)
blergh- I don't think I've seen Laga around since Irishgate of a few days ago. I feel bad about that.
Owwww. Ankle is being stupid again.
I'm seeing the doctor tomorrow. Just need to make it until then.
I don't think I've seen Laga around since Irishgate of a few days ago. I feel bad about that.
Please don't feel bad! It's not the first time I stepped in the guacamole. I wasn't not posting on purpose; sometimes I don't have anything relevant to add to the conversation.
I wasn't not posting on purpose; sometimes I don't have anything relevant to add to the conversation.
oh, like that's ever stopped anyone here (and I include myself in that :) )
I delete more than I post... but a lot of crap gets through anyway.
{{{Nora}}}
Thanks for the good wishes, all. I'm back from Greece with a few blisters and a ton of pictures. (I'll post links when I have them triaged and uploaded.)
I skipped and skimmed a lot. Hugs, hairpats and hell-yeahs to those who need them.
Now to collapse.
