Sunday, Jan 6

Today was a pretty good day. I only took a couple of Vicodin all day so I guess the double patches are working. It started off a little slow. The baby was restless very early and took a while to get back to sleep. As I got firmly back to sleep, the other two woke up about a half an hour earlier than normal and I scrambled to get them settled and close the door before they woke the baby. (Neither of them has a volume control, they even whisper at 11, but if you've ever met my family, you'll know it's hereditary.) I wasn't feeling to great through all of this, and as the morning wore on, that didn't change. The family went off to church while I stayed home and went back to bed, but by the time they returned, I was feeling much better. Apparently I just needed that extra couple of hours of sleep. The rest of the day went well and I felt relatively good too. I even managed to get a few chores done around the house.

My sister apparently put this blog out on the bat signal which probably had Commissioner Gordon a little confused, but nonetheless, the response has been overwhelming. I really appreciate all of the well wishes and encouragement I've been receiving, even from those I haven't been close to in a long time. I may make an attempt to go into the office tomorrow, we'll see what the morning brings.

I've also got to thank my sister for resetting my perspective on some family matters. It's easy to be bitter about things outside of your own sphere of influence or control, but it's nice to have those things put into a greater perspective. As the famous unattributable quote goes "Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.”