I've got a very uncertain melancholy-type thing going on at the moment. I hate when I get like this. It usually happens after a specific number of glasses of red wine, but it's 11.21 am, and I'm currently drinking coffee. Unusal combination to cause melancholy.
A lot of shit's going down. The twins were born (not mine). None of you know this yet, but the boy twin has a congenital heart defect, and had his first heart surgery last night, when he was 48 hours old. He made it through, which wasn't a guarantee. Next, they'll build the non-existant left portion of the heart. Scary. A 48 hours old, he's has already had more surgery than I have at 32 years. I can't go visit them. They're at Stanford Medical Center. I'm in NY. I wish I could kiss their soft downy cheeks.
In other news, I go on my long awaited and very much needed two-week vacation in 13 days! I haven't have a vacation that long since the twins parents got married in Alaska. This time, Puerto Rico. It's hard to believe that I have to take out the summer clothes for washing, considering that there's now 5 inches of snow on the ground.