I have nothing funny or witty to say. At this very moment, my brother is having brain surgery to treat an aneurysm right in the middle of his head. I am a nervous wreck. I don't know how to pray anymore, but I'm giving it a shot. I'm waiting for the babysitter to come watch P3 so I can get there.
If you know how to pray, please say one for my bubby, who was my comrade in homeless orphanhood after Katrina.
Things went pretty well with the surgery. They put in some stints to try and straighten out the artery. They will need to go back in in January to coil it out. My brother's not happy to have to go into surgery again, but at least they didn't have to open his skull. And, I got to go to Marrero for what I think was my first time ever. So, you see, all is not lost!
Thanks for the well wishes!