We're the Roses

Forgive me my long absence, but it will have to go on for another couple of days.

My mother is in the hospital. She's been there since Saturday night. It's a damn good thing I wasn't out on the town that night.

She has atrial fibrulation, which is common enough that it's not so life-threatening, but it's heart-y enough to be really worrisome. She's tried to fix it with drugs. She's tried to fix it with good ole fashioned electricity. None of those worked so she's going under the knife...or under the diamond-tipped nanolaser. Whatever they're using now.

I'm not really clear on what is being done to her, but I can tell you confidently that my mind if focused only on that. And while she's having this procedure done at one of the best cardiac hospital in the world (lucky thing we live so close to DC, eh?), I still can't help being somewhat terrified.

I understand my parents' mortality, but I have never been this aware of it. I don't know that I'll ever accept it. I've been reassured that the procedure she is going to be having is safe and will likely stave off the kraken that is writhing in her chest, pretending to be a heart.

I just can't sit here and write about how Meet Dave is delightful for the first thirty minutes or how all of our nation's writing talent is being outsourced to India or the imminent shitcanning of between four and ten current NFL coaches.


I mean...I can, but my heart just isn't in it right now.

Stay with me, though.

Big things are coming.