So I woke up at 3am to make my flight. Other than a baby coughing on me it was pretty uneventful. I got to Sybil's around 12 hours minus a time change later and immediately requested a nap. Sybil wanted me to sit and talk instead. Oh goody! After hearing that her house is a mess because I have my childhood toys in a box in my room and that her legs hurt from being dehydrated and not Parkinson's, I passed out. Thankfully I was able to get her some Gatorade to restore her electrolytes before it was too late. It is going to be a long long visit. Did I mention I have Simpson (Bart not OJ) sheets on my bed and when I'm done with my computer I plan to look at a Playboy from 1989?
Two days till surgery.
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