My father's surgery went well (as I was almost sure it would), I guess I'm gonna visit him tomorrow. My Grams on the other hand ... she was a mess all day long, practically watching the telephone like a dog. I know it is her son and all, but I'm also his daughter. And she's always like that, so over-worried and concerned and always fears the worst. I couldn't live like that... always expecting something bad to happen the next minute. Sometimes I think she lives upon her worries ... cause if she's got nothing to worry about, then she'll find something, for sure.
The weather's been lovely and as I was listening to that beautiful, beautiful song Mio, min Mio Maia sent to me yesterday all day long I decided to