I wish that I was ranting about Regis Philbin or which candy cane brand is best, but my mom is in the hospital and I am very worried. Hopefully everything will be fine, but in the meantime, please help me think good thoughts.

I just found out an hour ago. I walked down to work, showed them my ghostly pallor and the tears streaming down my face, and told them it would be a few more hours before I could be in the public eye. I figured if I called in, they'd think I was just another lazy jerk trying to get out of working the holidays, and it was a lot easier to just walk the few blocks. I wish I was lying this time. More conclusive test results will come in later this afternoon, and my dad, ever the optimistic one, keeps telling me that it's going to be okay, but I need proof.

So I'm just sitting here, waiting. I did the dishes. I think I'm going to clean the closet. My dad says I shouldn't drive home, that it's all going to be fine, but I feel like I should be there.

So, um, yeah. Think good thoughts for my mom.

1 comment:

sue said...

sweet polly! i will think good thoughts until you tell me otherwise. i hope everything is ok.