In Common with Humans

unvarnished political opinions within–don’t read if you’re just going to get offended

Happy Birthday, madrigalist!!

Getting a nice present this year, are we? 🙂

Oh, look, LJ parses CSS!

My dad got home yesterday just fine. I called him at around 5:30 p.m. because I hadn’t heard anything, and if he wasn’t home before my sister got here, she might have to stop by my house on her way from the airport to get a key to dad’s house. But then, I wasn’t sure what my sister’s exact itinerary was, either, because neither she nor my dad have ever told me anything but the dates. I didn’t know what flight Jill was on, when it was arriving, and I’m not even positive whether she’s here until Saturday or Sunday! In any event, dad answered the phone at the house, and you’d have thought I’d called in the last two minutes of a tied Patriots game, he was so short with me for calling him. He didn’t want to talk, he was all flustered and mad as a wet hen about having to spend 36 hours in the hospital, he didn’t have any test results, and he just wanted to check his e-mail and snail mail and settle in. He sure didn’t want to talk to me! Sheesh!

I think he was sick of being lectured and was anticipating another earful when Jill got there–although at that time, he said she hadn’t called him, either, so I don’t know when she got in. I know her business conference was today and I think tomorrow, she’s staying in the hotel there tonight. I called her home number in Illinois and left a message asking what flight she was on, but my brother-in-law never called me back, either.

At least dad’s cat was okay, he’d been stranded outside the whole time dad was at Heywood.

here be political topics, ye be warned

I talked to dad at around noon, after having considerable difficulty connecting to his room at the hospital. He’s having a “nuclear stress test” today, which involves stuff with dye and isotopes and a series of imaging sessions spaced over about seven hours. The last session was supposed to be at 2:00 p.m. and then dad expected to be discharged to go home. He said he’s feeling much better. He’s gotten lots of chewing out from my sister and the doctors about his meds and he’s progressed to getting defensive about it. *sigh* He said he “didn’t think they were finding anything” with the stress test and just wanted “to cover all their bases.” I hope so.

You’d think someone with my dad’s I.Q. wouldn’t do something so clueless with his prescribed medication, but when comes to health stuff, my dad just doesn’t want to deal. It’s very frustrating. He’s going to get more lectures, because my sister is flying out today for a business conference and then is staying with dad for a couple of days–this was planned a while ago. She is not happy with dad at the moment!

…why I can’t get stuff done!

When I was reviewing The Home Office From Hell Cure, I realized that the author should add to his amusing list, “if you’re always pulling cat fur out of the USB port, you have a Home Office From Hell!”

This is Vincent’s favorite spot a good deal of the time. Now, if he would just sleep by the computer, it would be rather cute. Annoying, but cute. But no, of course not–he snuggles up to the computer, tries to snooch up onto the keyboard (it’s warm), rubs his head against the computer and my hand, and wants to pillow his head on my arm while I type. I keep shoving him over a few inches and he sprawls right back. Vincent’s ability to sprawl defies the laws of Newtonian physics, and his fur sprawls several inches further than he can.

I need a bigger table, that’s all there is to it. A MUCH bigger table. 🙂