Bleh.

Dad back in the hospital. Feeling better. Will probably come home tomorrow. I'm exhausted.

It's not a tie, but...

Happy Father's Day, Dad.

Thanks for teaching me things (like, say, how to make theples). Thanks for letting me drive you crazy. Thanks for good stories, good ideas, and good advice.

Thanks for being my dad, Dad. Love you.

SSDD

Today was frequently sucky.

My mom is fine. My dad is okay. There are other forces in my life acting up.

I choose to think that this is the test before something wonderful. Especially if I make it so.

Mom's doing great, actually. I'm almost afraid to jinx it. PT's hard on her, but she's making huge progress.

But the day ended well - I had coffee and a very restorative dinner with my cousin, and then a trip to Michael's where I bought cheap gigantic knitting needles for the gift basket I'm constructing for the staff (good for OT use) and a plastic canvas needlepoint for my mom. Then I came home and had a mug of hot cocoa and a chat with my dad, which was nice.

Three more days until we point the wagons East. Crazy.