Dad's surgery thus far appears to be successful. The doctors were able to remove the lung cleanly. Last word I had was they had to wait for the cutting to heal up a bit before they go back in to make sure the surrounding tissue has no traces of the cancer remaining. I am going to call up that way tonight to get an update, but thus far everything is cautiously optimistic looking. Dad was moved from the ICU to his own room over the weekend and should be home by the end of this week.
Fingers and toes remain crossed, just in case.
Entries here have been few and far between the last while. I've either been too busy or not inspired to write, or any combination thereof. Ahh, it'll pick up again soon enough.
Our mid-winter thaw is into it's second/third/lost count week of above average temperatures. Most of that huge snowfall from the beginning of January has melted away. I'm sure the cities winter cleanup budget committee has been breathing a sigh of relief over that. I'm sure we'll get a return visit from Old Man Winter soon enough.
Random litter box observation: Why is it a requirement for cats to form huge sand dunes on the bathroom floor everytime they have to drop a few logs? I used to think Finnegan was the worst offender at this, with his honking big bear mitts for paws, until this morning I witnessed petite little Abby jump in and fling the stuff every which way before assuming the position. She put Finn to shame with her technique and artistic flair.
I, of course, got the unenviable task of removing the beach from the bathroom floor before Lisa stepped out of the shower and onto clumping cat litter.