Uneventful

I forgot to add to my last post that I have really come to appreciate the word "uneventful".  The surgery was uneventful.  His night was uneventful.  One little work to sum up so much.  And such a better description than good or fine.  How "fine" can one be when you have a hole in your chest and propofol dripping into your veins.  Of course my mom, who should have been a doctor, knew that this was the drug that did Michael Jackson in.  Maybe you knew that too.

Anyway, we just got word that my dad's surgery to close up his chest was uneventful.  Here is to more uneventful days as he recovers.  I'll be heading home tonight to spend some uneventful summer days with my kids.  In fact, if Cayla had nothing but uneventful days for the rest of her life, I'd be nothing short of ecstatic.  Here is to an uneventful day to you and yours!