And my father's eye surgery also went fine, in fact, he's allowed to drive already as long as he doesn't overdo it. Although today he's complaining a bit that it feels like there's something in his eye.
And I blame theweaselking for getting me into a "listening to the Crow soundtrack" kick, mostly for Jane Siberry's "It Can't Rain All the Time," which I totally listened to a lot in college, but then haven't even thought about for a couple years at all. (And yes, that's depressingly old-feeling-making, talking about my college days, and then about "a couple years" past that so casually...)
And... bah, y'all are spamming the hell out of my friends' list. I woke up this morning (okay, afternoon) and had to scroll back to the previous 25 entries to read everything that had been entered since going to bed.