Look, Universe, I am Knocking On Wood. My Fingers are Crossed. I have Seven Four-Leaf Clovers. Back Off!

Really, what is up with this week?!

My dad has “something on the back of his heart.”

It’s almost Saturday, right?  I mean, seriously, this week is almost over, right?

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I don’t know any more than that.  He’ll get down to Champaign on Monday and they’ll be able to tell him something and, if they need to go in, I’ll go up and be there for that.  The Butcher is insisting that he will also go up.  So, that will be fun.  I left a message for the recalcitrant brother, long and detailed, because I think there’s nothing shittier than the ominous “Call me” message.

I’m assuming that, since they didn’t immediately hospitalize him, it’s serious but not serious.

12 thoughts on “Look, Universe, I am Knocking On Wood. My Fingers are Crossed. I have Seven Four-Leaf Clovers. Back Off!

  1. Your father and the Butcher set this up together so the Butcher has an excuse to take off from work, right? I’m hoping it’s nothing, and that you can take a couple of breaths and enjoy the weekend.

  2. Look at it this way, you’ve already pre-panicked. Now you can deal with whatever happens as rationally as you choose. Be a rock. Be a pile of jello. Whatever feels right. Your friends will back you up.

    Hang in there. We’re thinking of you.

  3. Hey honey. I’m sending good thoughts to you and your pops.
    So many ginormous hugs and kisses to you.

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