It's not the 13th, it's the 3rd.

Remember I mentioned my FIL getting confused about things? He had the date of his exam wrong and it's also a cardiac cath, not an angiogram.

Now Eric is really freaked. His favorite uncle, whom he was named after, died during a cardiac cath. Eric was the last family member to see his uncle alive. He's trying to call his dad to see if Dad wants us to fly out or not. That would mean trying to get the best prices we could via priceline.com because the regular resources would charge us over $800 each round trip. That would mean hoping people were available to come over to feed our cats with almost no notice at all. That would mean missing my troubleshooting class on Thursday and we're just now getting into stuff I didn't already know.

My stomach is upset. I still don't feel very well. Maybe I'm fighting some virus off. Or maybe this is my intuition kicking in. No, I don't want to think about that. I told myself it was a virus the weekend before Lee-Roy died. The feelings went away after he was gone. UGH. I hate this. Virus or premonition?

Let's hope it's a virus. There is one going around.

I wish I knew what to tell my boss today.

Tempest in a teapot

Eric's dad was at work and sounded great! The meds he's on is controlling things very well. He's confident this will be an in and out kind of thing and told Eric there's no reason for us to come out.

He also cleared up a misunderstanding with Eric about his uncle. It wasn't a cardiac cath, it was an attempt to fix an aneurism and the artery was too rotten to stitch closed. His uncle would have died from that aneurism at any time anyway.

We are both a lot calmer and relaxed about the whole thing.

Whew!