Selling Sno-Cones at the Beach

weight loss surgery part whatever

Brian is doing well. The euphoria of having lived through the surgery has worn off though, and yesterday he was tired; today he was even more tired. He has lost quite a lot of blood so they are keeping him an extra day at least.

I am spending 10-14 hours a day at the hospital and getting to feel at home there, which is kinda scary. I know where the nurses keep the ice, and where to find towels, and what time the coffee shop closes and which lounge has the best view of the downtown skyline and where the heliport is.

At home I have only myself to entertain me - what a bore I am! - and I can't really concentrate on serious reading. Which reminds me: finished The Rule of Four this afternoon. It wasn't too bad, but the narrator wasn't likeable and none of the characters were particularly believable as college students, and I kept thinking that the authors (both of whom graduated from the college featured in the book only 6 years ago) should be "getting over" college already. But at least the Renaissance mystery outlined there is smarter than the one in The DaVinci Code, which is a REALLY annoying book.

Whoa. While I was typing that last sentence, MY CAR WAS STOLEN. I heard a sort of car-type thud, looked over the porch railing, and my car and another were at odd angles. By the time I rushed downstairs, then back up to grab my cell phone, and back down, both cars had turned the corner onto 17th St.

I've filed a report. Dammit. I doubt there'll be more on this saga. And I doubt my insurance will pay out much either. Fuck. I really loved that car.