Lock-Down

Got home last evening after a grueling 16-hour day - everything went as planned - but it was a long day.

The sound of my apartment door closing behind me as I entered the joint sounded suspiciously like the clanging of a cell door. I suspect there's no chance of parole for at least six months.

Headed over to the elders shortly. Mom has an appointment with the bone doc this morning to assess her knee and (hopefully) pick a date for surgery.

My sister picked me up at the airport last evening and waited a whole four seconds before launching on how dysfunctional mom and dad are...

Great to be home.

More later...