It's been a hard day.
Tomorrow morning, bright and early, my dad will be wheeled into an operating room. Sadly, it won't be a simple, out patient procedure. It will be a quadruple bypass. To prevent the eminent heart attack.
There is a gene that runs in our family. The one we lovingly refer to as the worry gene.
Translation: Myself, my sister or my father will not sleep tonight.
I'm not making much sense. I think I will call it a night.
But, if you are inclined to pray, send up a little one for me and my dad. Mostly for him. He can use every one he can get.