Not to minimize death, but I feel like someone I love has been in the hospital on the edge of death all week; constantly dying on the table and being rescitated every few hours.
Death was finally declared and as I was in the shop arranging to have a new system built for me, the heart specialist walked in and offered to take over the defibulator. But I don't have my hopes up. As I turned out I told him to call me when a miracle happened, but I'd expect to hear my new computer was ready next week. They were recovering my data as I walked out the door; so that at least is the important part.
There is also an external hard drive in my future.
I was in tears this morning mourning my loss and feeling guilty for over my failure to responsibily back up my data.
More of my guilt surfaced as the kids and I decided yesterday not to have a new year's party. I decided it was out of laziness and we whipped together a spontaneous barbeque and campfire with s'mores. The neighbors are coming and a couple of the kids' friends.
Along with the planning my mood perked up and my tears dried up. A box of burgers and a case of silly string and a party we have made.
There's nothin' like a party!