No really, I am real ass sick… Fuck, I am feeling the pits… I picked up the stomach bug that earlier this week bowled over The BIL, The Sis and The Kid… I might have to stop typing up this post a few times to fill up the bucket that is next to me on the couch… As I just dragged my ass from the bed to the couch… Oh well, with all the others it was a 1 day bug so I trust that I will be ok tomorrow…

I just talked on the phone to The Guy. His dad had a massive heartattack yesterday and had a quadruple bypass operation last night. They have just gone back in to do a fifth bypass, an operation that will probably last for the next few hours. That’s massive: five bypasses, for a man that is healthy, non-smoking, not overweight… Very shocking. His prognosis for recovery is pretty good though, according to his doctors. I hope that he pulls through and recovers, for The Guy’s sake, as losing his dad would be the worst that could happen to him now. He’s very upset and rightfully so. I talked to him about it, while he was cycling to his hotel on a bike with the squeakiest breaks I have ever heard, as I lost my dad to a similar condition, over 12 years ago, so I very much know what it feels like.

So please all fingers, toes, arms, legs, boobies and whatever else crossed that his second operation will be succesful too and that he’ll recover.

That’s all I have for you today. In between feeling like puking all the time and worrying about The Guy and his dad, and taking care of The Kid, I am pretty much at my limits today. I can’t even be bothered to find an image suitable for the post, so you’ll just have to do with letters and words… and punctuations…

And Hon, though I know that chances that you have time to read this are very slim, this is for you: I LOVE YOU INCREDIBLY! Just the way you are. Hang in there and call me whenever you need to!