Funeral arrangements are as follows: visitation/viewing this Monday night, from 5 - 7pm. Funeral Tuesday morning at 10. Both at Bevis Funeral Home on North Monroe.

Albert Lee Haggerty. Oct 6, 1920 - July 29, 2010

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell - I know, right now you can't tell.

No sooner do I get one freaked-out kid asleep, the other one wakes up & comes & gets me. I've given up sleeping in my own bed tonight.

To whomever estimates the wait time at Another Broken Egg: you need more practice. Or a different job. Or something.

Hopefully you're asleep (but no bets!) but I want to tell you happy birthday, Christian. You're my favorite little boy - even when you're not so little.

Dear Acura driver on I-10 who just cut me (& a truck pulling a boat) off: you suck.

Dangit, why am I so TIRED? I was bad & even let myself sleep in this morning!

I keep thinking that if I sit in the car long enough, it'll slack off enough for me to get in the house. (Then again, I'm not sure I could get any wetter.)

It's raining and the sun is shining - where's my rainbow?

For anybody who would like to visit my father (or mother, as I'm sure she'll be there too) he is in room 4 at Big Bend Hospice House. Call me if you want his direct #.

Great timing. Power problems at hospital = no ac. Has finally come back on - but isn't remotely cool yet. Glad we're leaving for Hospice House.

Dad update: decided he's had enough. No more medication, etc. We've given him some vit b to make sure it's not antibiotic-induced depression. Now we're just waiting to be sure of his decision, & if so, where he wants to go.

Dad update: fever 101+, waiting for chest x-ray results. Could be pneumonia or infection in PICC line. He is officially DNR now.

That was dumb. I should've bright my computer to Trousdell so I could do some work. Which reminds me: hey City of Tallahassee - a wireless network at the gym where all us parents are stuck would be VERY HELPFUL.

Dad isn't doing well, but for no (as yet) discernable reason. Mom has called hospice, who should hopefully provide some much-needed help when we go home (date unknown).

I'm sitting in front of a woman with an iPad - am stifling jealousy.

Purse, computer bag & wallet cleaned out & reorganized. Having imposed a little order in my life (however minuscule) I feel a little better.

I do not effing believe it. NOT ONLY was dad not exhausted by the dozen or more visitors he got yesterday, but the bowel obstruction might have resolved itself... tests coming soon.

Note for future performances: bring ear plugs. Good god, it's SO LOUD.

Doc said in response to moms's question - 30% chance of dad coming out of surgery.

The other thing I'm not really thrilled about is that they've had these (in my case, anyway) 6 year olds practicing for 2 hours without a break.

I have to admit, I'm a little unhappy that the coaches are going to make the girls do 2 dances rather than concentrate on 1, as they're all beginners and haven't been practicing very long. :( M is stressing.

So I'm watching M at her dance team practice - it's a bit mindblowing that she's going to be performing at Tom Brown park on the 4th of July. I'm glad she didn't get my social anxiety problem (or my perfectionism). She's having a blast. :)

You know it's been a long day if you get in the elevator to leave, & instead of pressing the G button to go down, you press the 5 (which is the floor you're on) and it takes you several minutes to figure out why it's taking so long to get down.

parking garages are really creepy at 3am.

Not fair - I had ONE kahlua & milk last night; I should NOT be this disorganized, foggy & brain-dead.