... but then life decides to throw up a roadblock instead.
In other words, my efforts at NaBloPoMo '11 are pretty much done today, Day 2.
At 9am this morning I was laughing & joking with court staff.
At 10am I got a message that my dad had taken a nasty fall, but appeared to be alright apart from a lot of blood.
At 11am I got a phone call that my dad was actually going to be facing an emergency craniotomy for a large subdural hematoma.
Cue sobbing & a massive freakout.
I never expected to spend my lunch talking to a neurosurgeon.
I don't have a laptop or iPad, so blogging will have to fall to the wayside since I've obviously got some business to handle.
If there was anything good to be said about today, it was the overwhelming amount of good thoughts and support I received from my friends --- old, new, near, far & some that I have never even met in person yet. Your messages really do mean a lot.
At 10pm, the adrenaline that has kept me going all day is gone & I am wiped out. But I've still got about 500 things to do before I can attempt sleep.