Okay, so I thought I’d be able to keep up appearances here at Casa Shan, but I’ve got nothing, so here goes…
Last weekend, shortly after the pictures I posted were taken, my husband suffered a TIA (mini-stroke). We’ve spent the last week in a more or less paralyzing state of terror. Today his diagnostic testing included a carotid ultrasound. He didn’t even get to come home. His left carotid artery has an over 80% blockage. They’re keeping him for the weekend and the surgery is scheduled for Monday morning. It’s terrifying and traumatizing and the short kid especially is in very rough shape. As a matter of fact, he’s curled up here on the couch next to me even though it’s almost ten.
So that’s the rock I’ve been living under.
On a lighter note, I came across this sentence in Becoming Miss Becky:
“True.” Will accepted a glass of waste from the barkeep with a grateful smile. “But she’s not hunting me, so to speak. I’m just trying to stay out of her path. And Lucy’s. And Fiona’s. And, hell, the path of every woman in Gardiner with an opinion on Becky.”
A glass of WHAT? It makes me wonder what the hell I was watching and/or listening to when I wrote that.