So it's a little after six on a Sunday night. I'm going to finally go get a shower in. It's been an eventful weekend.

Did two 12 hour days to make up for time lost this week by a combination of allergies and not feeling like working. It's nice to set your own hours, but at the end of the week if you don't have 40 in you get in a lot of trouble. Catch up days are killer.

This morning I was exhausted. Slept in until 9 am and woke up to find a note on the chair in my office. My mom had taken my dad in to the emergency room for "breathing problems" at 6:30 am. I wasn't too worried because he was acting weird and I knew that his trip to the hospital was coming one of these days. A couple hours of waiting later a friend instant messaged me and asks how my dad is doing. I do the math on where they'd be at the emergency room (starting at 6:30/am and ending at around 11), and tell him that he should be walking in the door with a soda at between 11 am and 11:10 am.

11:06 am. My dad walks in with a coke from McDonalds and my friend's jaw drops and says it's spooky how I can predict that. My dad is fine, of course. He had a rash on his arm that was an allergic reaction to some antibiotics they put him on on Friday. So instead of waiting to see the doctor on tomorrow, he suddenly had "breathing problems" and had to be rushed to the hospital. He got his coke and was all happy about seeing all of his friends at the emergency room again.

Moved on to work and did what had to do for six hours before having a nap and finally getting out of there. Now I'm playing catch up on the rest of the day and getting a quick shower in because I feel funky.

k9

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