TGIF, I hope!

Around noon on Wednesday I got a call from Donna in Tuscaloosa and learned my dad was going to need quintuple bypass surgery on Thursday morning. He'd gone in for a routine physical and they admitted him saying he was going nowhere.

As I hung up I realized my chimney guy was in mid-chimney, Eric was upstairs helping install pocket door, and kids and Wendy were gearing up to go to the pool. How was I going to get everything done AND get to Tuscaloosa tonight? Just get to it was all I could think of.

Asked for help from wonderful neighbors on either side of us, Justin & Whitney. Finished up my fireblocking and caulking. Completed the pocket door since Eric had to leave for another task. Contacted spray foam Josh to say Thursday is a go but I'd leave a key for him at the house. Emailed friends cancelling our night out for Wendy's pre-birthday (Thursday was her big day). Got family to pack up the Prius. Showered and changed clothes and we were on the road by 7:45pm headed west on I-20.

They moved his surgery to first thing Friday morning, so I'm typing from his Tuscaloosa computer at 650am Friday. Waiting to hear what I need to take to the hospital to make Donna more comfortable.

In my brain, I know I've scheduled the insulation inspection for today but have to rely on Whitney & Justin to insure he gets into house. Fingers crossed it goes smoothly. Chimney work should continue as Arvydas tries to raise the chimney 3+ feet. Tony says he'll have a crew there within the next hour to get back porch framing finished and install windows. Sounds like auto-pilot but doesn't feel much like it with me so far away. Thoughts jump back to Dad and the adventure he'll be on today. Need to get over to the hospital now.