Just when you think shit will chill, you get a call at 2 am that your dad has fallen and broken his neck.
Thankfully he has no residual weakness or paralysis. It’s been a couple weeks in hospital and working to transition to rehab. Brace will last 6-8 weeks and then I guess we will see.
More reno upstairs continues. It’ll be a couple more weeks. They’ve moved furniture from one room to the next. Tarped shit, but it’s still a dusty disaster up there. These fools have completely fucked several plants and after the ice storm where we were without power for over a week and just life in general, it feels like the walls are closing in.
I did on a whim pick colors for the walls versus a cream I had originally thought of as neutral -
I also fried chicken for the first time ever -
Ultimately some normalcy and even a single week of routine would be chefs kiss at this point.
More late night yoga for the win -
Hang in there. I’m told it’ll get better xx












