Dallas may be a jewel and Dallas might look really good at night, but finding parking on a hot Friday morning isn’t fun. The good news? I found that diner I was looking for. Get me some biscuits and gravy, right next to the cardiac care unit. Who says I don’t appreciate life’s obvious ironic juxtapositions?
Pa Wetzel, who I just saw Sunday night took it upon himself to go the doctor. Doctor sent him immediately to the emergency room, which was why, 12 hours later, I was in Dallas. Again.
It’s not serious. And he’s currently resting comfortably with a nice saline/dextrose drip for lunch.
No candle light vigil, no hysterics. Nope, everything’s fine.
all best wishes to you all, all the time