This is still just a placeholder, and I have loads to tell you about in-laws and MFA Puppy and the children and life, but am about to pass the fuck out. I wanted to let everyone know first, though, that Hotter surprised the entire transplant team by getting his shit together and not requiring the second surgery, to the point that this afternoon they let me take him home. I have only JUST NOW stopped running around like a crazy person, because I had to hand the MFA Children over to the pleasant clone of the XY the aliens left us, and go back to the hospital and sleep a little bit, and then pack Hotter up for discharge this morning, bring him home, pick up four different prescriptions from two different pharmacies and do a bunch of catch-up watering and mowing, and then we had a late dinner featuring mashed red potatoes and green beans from the garden, and now we're getting ready for an early bedtime. Utter physical and emotional exhaustion has NEVER FELT SO GOOD and also I may have had a couple of adult beverages, because, well, obviously.
It'd be alright with me if shit stopped happening so fast for a bit now, how about you?