Things have been so crazy lately. I feel like I’ve had no time to do much of anything but work, sleep, and play Mafia Wars on Facebook.
My father is recovering nicely from his heart surgery. He can now drive and lift ten pounds! He’s also been cleared to return to work part time, at his leisure. This is pretty exciting because my dad is so fucking bored sitting at home watching Rockford Files and walking around the block. This past weekend Janie and I went …

My dad called me at work one morning this week just to tell me that he was okay.  I think this was a preemptive attack.   I think he really wanted to say “I know you are going to call me several times today to check and see how I am, and I want to tell you I am fine so you won’t bother me anymore today.  I will call you again tomorrow morning to tell you the same, and will continue this every day until you lose interest and stop …

SUCCESS!
Synchronized electrical cardioversion.

The past days have been filled with hospitals, doctors, nurses, fear, concern, worry and some relief.
Now starts the long, slow recovery for my favorite guy.
Get well, papa bear.  I love you more than you will ever know.