On Wednesday I got THAT phone call. One I wasn't expecting to get for at least a few more years. The one that starts out with the person on the other line saying, "So, your dad is fine..."
In this case it was my step-mom telling me my Dad was in the hospital, and he was fine. But I left work half an hour later, choked back a few tears on the drive over the hill, and went to see my Dad in the hospital. He had a "cardiac event". Not a heart attack or a stroke, just an event. And if he hadn't gone to the doctor when he did, things could have been worse (so, Dad, if you're reading this, thanks for going when you did). After 3 nights in the hospital he's finally back home and not allowed to eat any more bacon (we agreed that maybe I should take back the "Bacon is a Vegetable" shirt I gave him for Chirstmas one year). I may have to take up the bacon slack.
So that was Wednesday.
It's just been a weird week all around. The pen for my Wacom tablet came apart, changes going on at work and an after-work gathering that I probably shouldn't have gone to. The social ineptness I feel after those kinds of things almost makes the free food and drinks not worth it. And that all I'm gonna say about that.
I'm always glad when it's Friday. But this week I'm extra glad.
So go out and enjoy your weekend, and don't forget the corn dogs.