Last week, I parked close-ish to the godforsaken, across-campus building I teach in, and I scored a spot in an underground heated garage. But then I lost my fucking car in the labyrinthian concrete rows and took an hour to find it. So today I parked far away even though it is -15 right now.
My dad is still really sick.
In a terrible turn of events, Harry is also really sick with a brand new effusion and the same old answers from his cardiologist, which is to say NO ANSWERS.
I am getting fatter by the stress-filled day.
My brothers need help helping my parents because they have to return to work, but my 7 year-old is not cleared to leave the city until his Friday cardiology appointment, and my babies cannot come in my dad's hospital room.
I need a few more of me.
Until that happens, though, enjoy these pictures from 2009 of Harry and Jack that I found on my office iMac when I was trying to update iPhoto so I could access my streams and blog from my office because believe it or not this blog is the last item I need to check off the terribly ambitious checklist I made for myself yesterday. That and prep the week after next's lecture, but I only have 12 minutes, so. Choices.
I can barely remember them so small.
I put my arm around Harry this morning and he is so thick, his shoulders getting broader, denser.