Recent weeks have been very, very hectic. My father-in-law was in hospital for surgery to remove two (I think it was a buy one, get one free deal) tumors from his brain, one of them rawther close to a big ole artery on the brain stem. My father is currently putting on weight after dropping down from over 200 to around 135 lbs, at times catatonic and other times delirious (and dangerous) due to some serious blood sugar maintenance issues.
The good news is that both are now busy recovering. F-I-L is awake, talking, eating, and working through some disconcerting visual issues (he sees clearly, but everything is doubled. weird). Dad is back up to 170 lbs and can travel resonably comfortably again, and was out here briefly last weekend for his grandson's dedication.
And, of course, Jedi is coming up on 8 months old, rolling over and crawling backward (lunging and falling forward, but not actually crawlling forward yet), pooping up a storm, resisting suggestions for bedtime, and cutting a few more teeth.
What I mean to say is, it ain't always easy, but life really is pretty good, huh?