November 24th, 2007

wild thing


It's cold enough tonight to turn the heater on ... so i am just a little bit happier for that reason. It feels like fall, finally.

Charles seems to be getting better. My dad, if everything went as it was supposed to today, is at home with a PICC line. Things will improve.

at least he admits it ...

The bird just said, "Fucking bird."

I've got to watch my mouth around that little fucker.

This morning was another trip to the ER, this time for steroids to open up a badly swollen throat. He's sleeping, I'm tired, and I'm really hoping that I don't get this.