Thank you so much for all of your good thoughts and prayers regarding my uncle.

 

I was able to go and see him for a few minutes last night, and although he was sleeping it gave me great comfort to be there, even for that short time.

Plus I got to spend some time with my cousins and my Aunt, and that is always a good time. Hopefully he will be able to be transferred to a hospital closer to his home later in the week and I can go see him then when he is awake and feeling better. He is in stable condition as of now. There is a long road of recovery ahead, but I am feeling much less anxious now that I have a little more information about his condition and having seen him.

 

I am exhausted. I got home late last night and wasn't able to get to sleep until after midnight. The alarm clock was not my friend this morning when it starting blaring at 6:00 a.m.

 

I literally dragged myself out of bed and was thanking God that I wear scrubs to work because there is no way I would have been able to throw together an outfit suitable for any other kind of job.

I had a hard enough time getting my hair and makeup done in time. (I seriously don't know why I bother with the makeup lately anyway. My allergies are so out of control from the winds and the fires that the minute I step out the door my nose is running and my eyes are watering and I wonder why I wasted the time putting it on in the first place).

 

Tomorrow it will have been 12 years since my Mom died. Being at the hospital last night brought a lot of those memories back, and not in a good way.

 

I don't have much planned for tomorrow. I hope to get to sleep in a bit, and then Joe and I have an appointment later in the afternoon. I need to finish a scrapbook I am working on for a friend's (rapidly)upcoming wedding, and I have to do a few things to get ready for a certain someone's 40^th birthday on Friday.

 

40! Where does the time go? Seriously!? This is the 21^st birthday I have helped celebrate with Joe.

 

He was lamenting to me the other day the fact that he could be 42 or 43 before he is a Dad and this is so not how he thought it would be way back when we started trying to start a family almost 7 years ago. Yup. I know exactly how he feels. Sigh.

 

Hopefully I can catch a nap on my lunch break. I am fading fast here, and it's only 10:00 a.m.!