Have I mentioned that I am teaching only two days a week this semester? Tuesday and Thursday? Have I mentioned that my Tuesdays and Thursdays are wall the wall craziness? I like the schedule because it's efficient, but Tuesdays and Thursdays wear me down. It is for this reason that I have not posted an update: I am simply too tired to manage it. Summary: my dad called this morning and said the drama is resolved. No further comment. He says he still feels good, in fact, much better than he did a month ago when he was told he would not last a month.
That's ok with us. Very much ok.
At work on Tuesday night, a pair of clerical workers who had heard about my dad took me aside, told me they had added my dad to their Pentacostalist prayer circle and told me that "Man does not know what God has in store. Your daddy has faith to pray for a cure. Don't you be ungrateful and doubt the Lord. Your daddy will be with you as long as Jesus says so."
That's ok with me. Very much ok.
It has been nearly a week since I have taken a xanax, or had a beer for that matter, so it might reasonably be said that I am adjusting. I still cry like a faucet and I still hate it like crazy, but I also still get to hear my dad's voice every day. That helps a lot.