Shannon

Long day. I am back at Nuevo Rancho Lake, with several varieties of calories in me and more anticipated. Jay is resting comfortably (well, comfortably enough) in the ICU under the intensely competent and loving care of Shelly Rae (oh and the nurses too, I guess). To recap: the surgery went very well, though it […]

joshenglish and Mrs. joshenglish just stopped by with a Very Special Gift…. Because of COURSE Jay must have a Hawaiian hospital gown! (Yes, it is wide open in back, why do you ask?)

Jay’s surgery tomorrow morning, early-early. Today was spent…somehow. Getting ready. Waiting. Updates to come as I know them and can post, after family phone calls: first on his twitter, then here. Don’t expect to hear anything at all before like 11:00 or so. Exhausted. That is all.

…we’ve spent the day going around and getting things done. Lots and lots of things. There’s a list. There are still lots and lots of things on it. There is tomorrow, and then the surgery is Wednesday. We are trying to triage the list, so that when the time runs out and the things are

Am safe at Nuevo Rancho Lake after a really, really successfully uneventful drive from the Witchnest. Just, well, LONG. There was snow–lots of it–around on the ground at the pass, but nothing on the road. There lots of rain, in little spatters and deluges, and LOTS of rainbows–some so sharp and incredible that I wished

Last day in the office yesterday…it is still not really hitting me. I don’t think it will until I get *back* from Portland in a few weeks, and get up in the morning, and don’t go to work. I am very much looking forward to that feeling. Because right now, the feeling is more like:

I’m done. Gosh, it feels strange.

Oh dear. I’m out of the cheap wine. Guess I’ll have to drink the good stuff. Oh gosh oh golly oh darn oh drat. _______________ One more day to go! Today was….another day. Today was the day where a lot of the “oh, this is the last time I’m going to do this” things hit.

2 more days. There’s too much going on to even write about it. Things got better, at the Day Jobbe; then they sort of got worse again; but, it’s two days! Whatever, I can deal. Jay left for Portland today. I’ll be there Sunday. In between: we’ll manage. We always do. I did another chapter

Dear Day Jobbe: Friday is my last day. I have four days of work left. Four. Days. If I had no actual projects to do, I would still be able to keep more than busy weeding and moving computer files to the shared drive, writing cheat sheets and instructions for all the things that I