Highlights (?) of the week so far:

• It's gray and rainy.
• Drama with my stepmother regarding care for my mentally incapacitated father.
• Work, work, work, and it just keeps coming.
• I have gout. GOUT.

Oh, yes, and all of the foregoing is taking place in Margate. Phooey.

I'm pretty sure that Leo has already played more games of catch with his father than I ever played with mine. That should help to explain something, although I'd be pressed to explain precisely what.

Today is my father's 70th birthday. I wonder if he knows it.

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Um.

Leo's surgery last week went swimmingly. He was, as you might expect, quite uncomfortable the night after the surgery, but they pumped him so full of morphine that he had an estimated street value of $3,000, and that got him (and me-I spent the night with him in the hospital while Lauren partied like it was 1999 went home and got some badly-needed ( Read more... )