My father-in-law had a massive heart attack this morning. All the right things happened and he made it; they saved him with aspirin and a stint. If all goes well he’ll be home in a few days, resting up to go back to work in a few weeks.
Funny how on Father’s Day, when I go down my mental list of fathers, he’s never registered on the list until this past one. I didn’t call him because I didn’t know if he’d want me to. But I sent him a kiss through the air.
Rukan is doing OK.
Hey y’all, exercise and cut out the cheeseburgers, ‘k?