And so I'm back. Dad had his surgery yesterday. All day. I tell you, if I didn't have such a high-stress busy job, I'd have been sitting on the couch throwing darts at a blank wall. I'm not gonna lie, it didn't go super smoothly - however he is out and in the ICU and they're removing a few more tubes from him every day. Well, it's only been one day, but I'm going to go ahead and assume that more will be removed tomorrow. A full recovery is expected. Which is exactly what I expected. So, I'm glad that worked out. Expectation alignment.
Hopefully he'll feel like blogging again soon. I can't believe he squeezed one more in before the operation! That's dedication! I don't have that kind dedication to anything. Not to my house plants. Or my cat. Maybe some of my shoes. The red Jeffery Campbell pumps. Priorities.
Anyway - back to Dad. As a retired public employee, I'm sure he'll have some thoughts on the recent TOTALLY HANDLEBAR MUSTACHE-ESQUELY SINISTER UNDERHANDEDLY SNEAKY passage of the bill in the Wisconsin senate to take away collective bargaining. And other stuff. So look forward to that.
In these days following the human and natural tragedy that is the Japanese earthquake/tsunami/nuclear explosion trifecta, I'm just so damn thankful to still have my dad. And to live somewhere where the waves didn't surpass the 3ft mark. Though there are totally sharks here.