The all nighter has reached 37 hours. I’m home though so things are good. I’ll probably be out cold by 8:00pm.
Also, the painting in the cellar is finished. Pics will happen tomorrow.
Good heavens, today was difficult.
The all nighter has reached 37 hours. I’m home though so things are good. I’ll probably be out cold by 8:00pm.
Also, the painting in the cellar is finished. Pics will happen tomorrow.
Good heavens, today was difficult.
It’s been almost 31 hours since I was last asleep in my bed. I’ve managed a couple of quick cat naps along the way. You know what? Let’s call them Power Naps.
It’s looking like my mother will be going home today with a sling on her arm. For a while there they were talking about admitting her but that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.
Here’s hoping this wraps up soon with her safe at home and me safe at home taking another Power Nap.
What a day, right?
They took my mother for a CT scan. She’s been asleep the whole time I’ve been here. Hopefully she sleeps through the scan too.

It’s 2:15am, why am I still awake, you ask?
My mother had a fall tonight and she’s in the ER. I’m here with her. She seems to be okay. In fact she’s been sound asleep for a little over an hour.
They want to take some images to make sure she’s okay, but things are moving very slowly around here.
If you have some happy thoughts to spare this morning, feel free to send some my mom’s way. I would be very appreciative.
My beloved wife and I celebrated our 15th first dateaversary tonight by having dinner and a movie together in the living room. We watched Iron Man because it was the next movie on The Great 2022 Marvel Chronological Rewatch of 2022, and because she said yesterday that she wanted to watch it.
We didn’t get all the way through. We stopped with about 45 minutes to go because I needed to go into the cellar and break the dryer. Like the klutz that I am.
After I was done with the destruction I finished my exercise ring for the day and she drifted away to sleep like the beautiful sleeping angel that she is. I wasn’t tired yet so I finished the movie. Don’t tell her! We started it on Disney+ but I finished it on the copy in our iTunes library. That means if she wants to watch the rest tomorrow we can pick up right where we left off on the Mouse App. She’ll never know! >Maniacal laugh<
Anyway, here is The Great 2022 Marvel Cinematic Universe Chronological Rewatch of 2022 Update:
Up next is the second Hulk movie. It was a pretty serious flop, but I enjoyed it. I always loved The Hulk, probably because I am a huge awkward person who often (unintentionally) smashes things (see the prior mention of the dryer fiasco from earlier tonight). It’s not on Disney+, but I checked yesterday and saw that it is on HBO Max. I should double check that. Or I should go to sleep.
Yeah, sleep.
Just got home from taking my mother to a doctors appointment. All went well. Everything her blood test was looking for is stable and happy. Nice! We’ll get it checked again in three months. She was pretty confused about the whole experience. She kept saying that the appointment wasn’t for her, it was for someone else. Generally speaking she was able to follow what was going on. She answered as many questions as she could, and I filled in what she missed. I’ve taken her to this office three times now. She kept saying she had no memory of being there before. As good as the good news is, stuff like that is heartbreaking.
The office staff was in a state of discombobulation. They went live with a new medical record software today and nothing was working. Now I know that many of my company’s customers have similarly stressful live days but given that the system they were implementing is not the system I work on, I was able to be a snooty snob and laugh inside my heart. I whole heartedly apologize for being a douche, but it was kinda fun.
One final healthcare point. I had my second Covid booster yesterday. I can’t tell if I am feeling run down and achy because of the shot, or because I didn’t fall asleep until 1:00am today and I am just too exhausted to function. It’s a question for the ages. I don’t know if we’ll ever know the true answer.
On February 3rd, two months and one day ago, I was told to lose 5% of my weight in preparation for the weight loss surgery. I weighed myself this morning. I have 0.4 pounds to go. I would do the math to figure out what percentage I am at with 0.4 pounds to go but then you could use that to figure out exactly how much I weighed on that first day and I don’t want to let you do that.
I just drank my morning protein shake and had my morning vitamins and supplemented it all with a fist full of Tylenol because holy shit my back is killing me. I don’t know that my back has ever hurt as much as it does at this moment. Oh my shit, my back hurts.
Today’s plan involves going to my parents and picking up my mother and taking her to a doctors appointment. We’re going to get the results of her last blood test and see how her cancer numbers look. They’ve been pretty much perfect for the last year-plus and I am very optimistic that those results will continue.
After that I will come home and find some demo happening in the cellar. First on the list is the grid that until recently held the drop ceiling. After that it’s the rest of the ugly paneling on the walls. Most of the paneling came down during the flood clean up last year. You might recall me bitching about the paneling in the dining room recently. Suffice to say that the paneling in the cellar is 100 times uglier. Tomorrow the electrician is coming to replace the existing fluorescent lights that don’t really work anymore. There used to be six banks of lights with two tubes each. Only two of them still work, (it’s not the bulbs, I replaced the bulbs and the lights stayed dead) and one of those two only works some times. It’s been good the last week because it knows its end is coming and it wants to stay alive, but more often than not it doesn’t work when I flip the switch. Replace ’em all!
On top of that there is something going on at work that I am not going to be around for and I am feeling pretty shitty about that. I feel like I am dropping the ball. I don’t think anyone else feels that I’m dropping the ball, but I do so that’s that. Hopefully it will be quiet today. Fingers crossed.
Did I mention my back was hurting?
0.4 pounds to go. Oh yeah, and the surgery happens one month from today. Yikes!
Rob’s writing about pain on a Sunday night. Why? Is he watching Fear the Walking Dead or something? No. That’s not for a couple of weeks. We are still safe.
No, I’m talking about exercise. I still have 24 minutes to do today and I only have 2.5 hours left. My legs are killing me. My back is killing me. Everything is killing me.
Fear isn’t on, but the main show is on. Shits getting weird at the Commonwealth, right? There is 25 minutes left in tonight’s show so I can probably finish my 24 minutes of exercise during the commercial breaks. Har Har Har.
Work was rough on Friday. It spilled over into Saturday. I didn’t hear anything today. Hopefully nothing happened. I’m out tomorrow because I’m taking my mother to a doctor’s appointment. That means I’m worried about work and worried about her at the same time. It could be a fun morning, right?
I don’t feel any negative effects of Covid-19 vax shot #4. Here’s hoping it stays that way.
Okay, the Zombies are back on. No spoilers, but who woulda thought that Daryl was Rick’s father. What a twist!
I think this is the third time in two weeks that I have had to ask for this, but if you’re finding you have some cosmic positivity lying around that you can spare, could you send some my mother’s way today? She’s in the hospital right now. This one isn’t directly related to the last two trips, but maybe it is. I don’t know.
I’m a little late to the happy thoughts request this time. She got to the hospital while I was on the road to work and it sounds like they are already prepping her for discharge. There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong this time, which is great, but it’s still really scary. Every little bit helps, right?
Thanks, internet people. It’s appreciated.
We have gotten into the routine of watching Marvel and Star Wars shows on Disney+ with my step son. If he’s home we watch together. If he’s away at school we have watch parties so we can watch together. I love it. I love being able to share my fanboy geekdom with him.
The other day we had a FaceTime call with him and I asked if we were going to watch MoonKnight together. Yup. We made a tentative plan to watch the first episode tonight at around 8:00pm and we were good to go.
Today he sent us a text. He wanted to know if it was okay if he watched MoonKnight with his friends. He said they were excited to watch it too and he wanted to know if we would be okay with it if he watched it with them.
19 years old and he wants to make sure it’s okay if he watched a TV show with someone else. Correct me if I am wrong, but he is the single nicest person ever. My step son, Harry, is just good people. Through and through.
Of course it’s okay if you watch with your friends! Jen said that it just means we’ll have to talk about the series when he gets home. I forwarded that along in the text thread and he agreed. We’ll deconstruct the shit out of it. Then he added that we’ll be watching Ms Marvel as we do it.
Yeah, we will!
Harry is good people.