flurries of the holiday

Nope, not snow. Chaos flurries. With my self-imposed electronic divorce, I didn’t hear that my grandmother was admitted to cardiac intesive care on December 22nd. As of today, she’s back home, but the prognosis isn’t very good. I’m going to talk to the doctor and get the full details, but there’s been some sort of terrible anueryism (spelling may be off there) that has split on her aorta, and she’s not a candidate for surgery. I don’t have anything formal on the prognosis, so I’m just playing it by ear right now.

I had a ton of voice mail messages on the cell phone when it got back in range and recharged. Only one was from work – boy, do I feel like a heel for not having been in touch (electronically) like I usually am.

I’ll post more when I have more detail.