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I now live in a spiffy new beautiful house. And I'm very happy. The movers showed up 2 1/2 hours late! But they were totally cool dudes and they're even going to my show tomorrow night. (I put them on my guest list at their request).
Today is a day of miracles.
My dad made it through his lung cancer surgery. He's in recovery, with good spirits. He's bitching his head off (the light above his head is too bright, he wants his wristwatch, he's hungry, he's thristy, the ICU is too cold/hot/warm/chilly, etc. etc etc. We don't know for sure that he's cancer free - and the doctor had to take more tissue than originally thought, but he's doing well. And everyone is optimistic so I will be too. The fact that he made it through the surgery is a miracle unto itself and I am so grateful.
And then the plane crash in Toronto. Over 250 people - a ball of fire - and no one died. Only minimal injuries. Miracles, I tell you. Miracles.
Also, I got a message from LA. Apparently, I'm missed and loved. Miracles, miracles, miracles. ;)
And from the bottom of my heart thank you Wick, Chickie, B, Stang, Antares, Stacy, Leah, and DZ all for your love and support. You mean the world to me and you've kept me going through all this. You guys are a miracle to me!