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...we're very, very close.

I'd like to say that I'll hit 50K tomorrow, but Tuesdays are always bad for me, as my manager is in a full day (she works part-time and has a very weird schedule). But if not tomorrow, then most likely Wednesday, and as long as I've kicked Nano's ass before Thanksgiving, I'm fine.

48370 / 50000 words. 97% done!

I won't get into the part where I'm pretty sure I'm barely halfway through this thing -- I've just finished setting up the complications that are going to rocket us through the second part of the novel, but at least I know where it goes from here (I even took notes! Go me!).

Gunther is at the auto-body place; I assume we'll know sometime tomorrow whether it's thumbs-up or thumbs-down. Our guy at Progressive totally has those dinks at Mercury's number, so he's not going to get them get away with much. He told us to go ahead and rent a car, because we'll be reimbursed for that, so I have my reservation in with our local Enterprise (they've been such gems in the past; I can't say enough nice things about them...and no, I'm not being sarcastic!).

Dad is out of ICU and back into a regular hospital room. They discovered an embolism in the same lung where he had cancer, but the cancer is still gone and they're treating the embolism with some pretty aggressive medications, so he's doing a lot better. No idea whether he's going to be home for Thanksgiving, but he's still with us, and that's good enough for me for now.
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'Cause it sure feels like I don't. However, even with cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, taking down the Halloween decorations, and going grocery shopping, I still managed to hit my goal.

20261 / 50000 words. 41% done!

And my dad's back in the hospital again. I actually spoke to him this afternoon, and he sounded pretty good, all things considered, but they're keeping him for more tests because they can't seem to pin down where his bronchial problems are coming from. He doesn't have pneumonia, and so far it doesn't sound as if the cancer has come back, but it could be the beginnings of emphysema (he was a two-pack-a-day smoker for 60+ years). The weird thing is that the doctors can't seem to figure out what's going on. I'm crossing my fingers that this latest battery of tests will reveal something they hadn't yet discovered. He doesn't sound too down about it, and I'm sure they'll figure it out eventually, but still...just one more thing to worry about. Sigh.
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So yesterday I decided I had had enough and whacked a bunch of my hair off. It was just so outgrown and bleh and had absolutely no style. It's still longish, but has a lot more layers. I also got my bangs back. I think I just have to make peace with the fact that I look like shite with no bangs. It's been this love/hate thing where I grow them out, hate it, cut them, get angsty over the fact that no one else seems to have bangs, grow them out again, hate how that looks...and so it goes. But I do like this haircut -- it's got more style than anything else I've had for years. If you've seen Torchwood, it's pretty much Gwen's haircut. Now I just have to hope that it will behave itself when I try to style it tomorrow.

Last night was the 29th birthday party for a gal I work with. The great part is that she lives close enough that we can just walk to her house, so no worries about the whole drinking and driving thing. Of course, the downside is that it was around 105 degrees here yesterday, and it didn't really cool down much even after sunset. I know I must've been feeling the heat, because I got way more plastered after only four (smallish) glasses of wine than I would have normally. She had a full-on karaoke setup because her sister's boyfriend's parents (got all that?) are karaoke nuts, and he brought the "portable" equipment over (I guess they this over-the-top karaoke studio in their garage). My beef was that he didn't really bring much that was in my range (for karaoke I tend to favor Pat Benatar, Madonna, or Heart...and of course Broadway stuff), but we still had fun. I love karaoke. I need to get the usual suspects together for another trip to Little Tokyo and karaoke. Ah, well, the summer is still young (all I can hope is that it won't be this hot the whole time, or my electric bill is going to be from hell, and I won't be able to afford to even go to the movies, let alone L.A. for an expensive night out).

In other news, my father is home from the hospital and doing fine. He keeps grousing about how long his recovery is taking, but come on -- he had two wedges taken out of his left lung. It's not as if you're going to go home from that and enter a marathon or something. But he sounds good and his energy level seems very good, too, so I'm sure he'll be back out on the golf course in the next few weeks.

I had some Musings on Writing that went through my head on Friday and was thinking about posting them here, but now I think the heat has effectively fried them right out of my brain cells. Oh, well.

For those of you on f-list who are reading Quality of Mercy, sorry about the delay. Work has been hell and life way too hectic, and although I've been writing it's all my original stuff. All I can say is that I hope to get back to it soon...I just have to wait for my HP muse to get back from the Bahamas or wherever else she seems to have disappeared.

Great news

Jun. 17th, 2008 08:00 pm
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Everything is progressing really well with my dad. The MRI showed that the cancer hasn't spread to his brain (I guess they were worried about that), the surgeon says he got all the tumor out of the left lung, and the polyp they removed from my father's throat turned out to be benign. He was also able to get the catheter out. So it looks like he's just going to stay in the hospital for a few more days of respiratory therapy, and then he'll get to go home.

Thank you to everyone for your wishes and prayers -- sounds like Someone was listening!  :-)
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Housework sucks. When I do it myself I realize why I try to pay people to do it whenever I can. Unfortunately, too many other expenses this month, so I really couldn't justify the cash outlay at this point. Still, the house looks nice. I'll enjoy it while I can, because after the party I'm sure it will be trashed. OK, not really, but any party is hard on a place...although I've noticed that things are considerably less messy now that the "undesirables" have been kicked off my guest list.

Have heard nothing about my father. His surgery was scheduled for 7:30, but he didn't say how long it would take. I left a message at his house, so I assume Doris will call me whenever she gets home. I guess I could call the hospital, but all they'll do is connect me to his room, and obviously if he just had surgery he probably won't be in any shape to answer the phone. I doubt the hospital staff would give out much information, so I'll just have to play the waiting game.

I hate waiting.


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