Well, that was a week. I was otherwise engaged yesterday; let me hint at it:

Day	What	How Much	Pen	Ink
25 November 26 November 27 November 28 November 29 November	Second draft of “Grand Finale” Assisting a fallen father My wife’s day surgery (two days) Catching up on the Progress report	690 words Lifted So much waiting You’re soaking in it!	OMAS Arte Italiana Parker Senior Duofold Wing Sung 3013 Lamy Studio Sheaffer Imperial Triumph	Pelikan Brilliant Brown Waterman blue (vintage) Edelstein Topaz Herbin Violet Pensée Skrip black

I had thought to have been here yesterday, probably finishing up on that second draft. Oh, well. For those who are concerned– a long-awaited gall bladder removal was the wife’s lot, and the extension of her hospital stay was an excess of caution on the part of the hospital as she reacted with unusual (lack of) vigour to the morphine. And since we’re in Canada, this all cost a grand total of $2 for parking and $9 for the post-op Tylenol III I picked up from our neighbourhood pharmacy after bringing her home at last†.

And my Dad’s tippiness did him no actual harm. He needed more encouragement than hoisting.

Oh, but look, it’s not only Friday, but Friday right next to my birthday! Let me indulge myself a little–

Ideally, next week will be more normally arranged. My lightness of tone here belies the stress felt, which I’m rather more conscious of now that I’m an official owner of An Depression, and I’d like rather less of that stuff, thanks.

† Full disclosure: The opioid-laced pills would have cost more but for some insurance provided by The Regular Job. Something like $20. So, for those in the US concerned about the insurance industry, take heart– it still has some function in a setting of socialized medicine.

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