Sunday

Sunday night

I worked all week, and then it was my first Saturday to work, during some more drizzly ice/snow, and then I felt sort of crazy and edgy. I still felt crazy and edgy when I got up today. We mostly finished our Christmas shopping, and I mostly finished Christmas cards, and I got the house mostly clean, and the laundry mostly done. It snowed more, and then this afternoon my sister called to say my dad was in the hospital because of chest pain and arm pain. They did an angiogram, and found a blockage, and are calling it some sort of "heart incident" and recommending he change his lifestyle, etc, and sent him home. They said his heart is strong, but he should change what he's putting into his body.

I felt pretty awful while waiting for the results of the angiogram, and am pretty damn glad he's okay. It was sort of horrible being too far away to get down there, and even if I had jumped in my car there was an ice storm, and it all made me feel icky and I am so, so glad he is okay.

So that's on my mind tonight, and I feel not very post-y. I had things I wanted to write about, but I feel very sober and grateful.

Plus, my husband is nice.

I finally got my power cord but am behind on things, especially on non-computery things, and I thought I'd share a tiny video from Saturday night of our two eighty pound dogs, or "the reasons we can not have nice things." Also, warning, I am in it. If you want to pretend that I a) am not slovenly on Friday night after working all day and then trying to clean a house or b) my hair does not normally really need brushing, then don't watch it. Also: please be prepared for a) me wearing super huge men's sweatpants I got on clearance at Old Navy b) me looking disgusting and c) my hair in even more need of brushing than it normally is.

The dogs only really have one trick that is consistent, and that is sitting. Only Monk lays down instead of sitting, and he also knows "get your head down" as chronicled here. Lately I have been teaching him to wait before he can eat a treat, and Cab is learning "down" and "wait" as well. It's not easy, because Cab is a snatcher, and he freaks out and WANTS THE DAMN TREAT NOW and gets all twitchy.

So, um. Here is their only stupid trick:



In short: I'm hoping to be feeling better in the next few days, and to not feel as crazy. I'm hoping I'm being all hormonally insane, because, as my husband put it, lately all I have been doing is "either yelling or crying." He was right; I don't like myself like this. We're supposed to get more ice this week, and today we have icy fog, which is interesting. I'm feeling tired and all bllllllllleeeeeeeeergh, and I wish I could stop crying, but Christmas is coming and I'm pretty excited about some of the gifts we found for people. The Xanax is helping a ton. So is my husband.

And I'm glad my dad is okay. Did I mention that part? I'm really glad.

Love,
black sheeped