It's after 3:00 a.m. on Monday morning. I finally got home from an out-of-town meeting. Thanks to the idiocies of airline pricing, I did not have a direct flight. Rather, I had to fly first to Chicago, where I waited almost five hours for the second leg of my flight. It's not that there were no direct flights from Pittsburgh; it's just that they would have cost me $600+ instead of $400+. For a flight that not so long ago cost less than $200.
The flight was delayed, I was told, by weather, although no one could say where the "weather" had been that delayed literally dozens of flights in and out of O'Hare.
Just before I left for the meeting, I learned that my sister had been admitted to the E.R. of a Houston hospital. Heart problems. I've been getting bits and pieces of news, the latest being that she will undergo an angioplasty, probably later this morning. Then, either her heart blockage will be repaired with stents or she will undergo bypass surgery. She's been in cardiac ICU for five or six days now. I'm worried and I'm finally home and I may leave again after a few hours sleep so I can see her after she wakes up following surgery.
Before I started writing this, I read KathyR's blog post, and its corresponding comments, about end-of-life issues. Both these things together have put me very much on edge. I wonder if I'll be able to sleep a few hours. I'll only find out if I try.
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