First the good news. Oh, no, wait. This is the really bad news. Got word last night that my oldest brother (66 years old and should know better), was in a pretty bad motorcycle accident yesterday. He and three of his sons were taking part in some kind of a charity ride or something, and he broke away to go home. On the way, he skidded on gravel and he and the bike slid 35 feet over the road. He has a smashed tibia, a broken wrist, broken elbow, really bad road rash across most of his skin, gashes on his face, and a small brain bruise (thankfully, not serious). By the time the doctors put in all the bars and bolts and whatnots, he's going to be the freaking bionic man. As of noon today, he hadn't had any surgeries yet because he's on blood thinner and they have to get that stabilized before they can take him to surgery. No doubt, he'll be spending many long weeks in a rehab facility. The good news is, he's neither dead nor crippled, though how fucked up his mobility is going to be is unknown at this time.
On a happier note, after three days, the cats have finally decided yesterday to forgive me for going away and leaving them with strangers. JT came up on my lap three or four times yesterday evening for pets and scratches, and TJ actually crawled into my arms for a long nap; something he hasn't done for a while.
I have yet to remember to bring my new Fool for Love Spike into the office with me. Maybe I'll keep him at home after all.
Speaking of the office, the building maintenance crew is busy doing some renovations, and I am currently being driven mad by the sound of a drill boring into something in the next office. It's loud and very annoying.
It's supposed to be hot this weekend. Though I am sure that there are many people who will be very happy about that, I've been enjoying the cooler weather. I just hope it doesn't get too hot to sleep.
