In the middle, my Dad had a "cardiac event" of some kind. I am generally saying "heart attack" since that is the simplest explanation, but that's a layman's term anyway, and I do not think he had a myocardial infarction. Their best guess is that a virus got into his heart, driving his pulse up to 200 bpm. This is on the grounds that he and my step-mom have been passing a bug of some kind back and forth, and he seemed to have bronchitis. So that seems like a likely cause.
Anyway, he is fortunate enough to live within 3 minutes of one of the best cardiac hospitals in the country, full of world-renowned doctors and state-of-the-art equipment. I *do* realize how lucky we are. I even feel a little guilty about it. The fact is that without the fantastic care he got, he might not be with us now. For the record, he is right as rain at this point, and I have happily made a pact with him to work together on improving our respective health with dietary changes and exercise in the coming year. Yay.
After a crazy few weeks, I am happy to have some peace with my honey. We've spent more time than average curled up in bed with the cats. Also, I am perusing a lot of the Yultide fic for this year. Some of it is pretty good.
(Eric says that the fact that I look for opportunities to type my HTML out long hand *does* give me nerd cred, where I just think it means I'm old)
Oh! And we went into an "H Mart" up on Gallows Road this afternoon, and bought tons of ginger tea, and daikon, and Japanese beer, and the whole time we were there, they were playing fairly obscure 80s music (like Peter Gabriel's "Red Rain" for example) and then when we were checking out they played--and I kid you not-- ...Love and Rockets! And not "So Alive" either! They played "No New Tail to Tell." Come for the hard-to-find Asian vegetables, stay for the 80s alternative.
I am sure there was more I intended to say, but it escapes me now. What a luxury to have space to natter on about the things that you have forgotten to natter on about, innit? Facebook is all business, and no finesse. It makes me feel cheap.
So, yeah. Happy new year, all.