spent the entire day sitting around the hospital. but dad is doing fine. thankfully. there was definitely a minute where it looked like it was going to get more serious quickly. but dad has a very good surgeon, and they are conservative, and it didn't end in an emergency bypass.

both my parents are a bit stoic. dad would never say he felt like shit. my mom never cries. today was the second time in my life i've ever seen her cry. the only other time was when the dog died. in a way it's comforting to see some vulnerability. i could go on, of course. at the end of the day, now, sitting here, it matters most that i'm glad i'm here, with my family, with b., and that dad's ok.

the good thoughts are appreciated. keep it going. thanks so much.

i'm exhausted, it was 114 again (at least). off to the pool, then to bed.

i don't know what i'd do without b.