Daddy’s Fine

Daddy came through the surgery great. He’s already in less pain than before, even con­sid­er­ing the new pain from hav­ing some­one basi­cal­ly take a Dremel tool to the ver­te­brae in his neck. He’s got con­trol of his right arm again, although it’ll take time to build the strength of it back up. Yay! We’re all hop­ing he bounces back quick­ly. He still has to have the same thing done on his low­er back so he can stop hav­ing to have week­ly epidu­rals to han­dle that pain, but that has­n’t been sched­uled yet.

I woke up in a bad mood this morn­ing, though. I don’t know why. I should be all hap­py about Dad­dy being okay, but I’m in a seri­ous­ly bitchy mood for no par­tic­u­lar rea­son. I don’t remem­ber any dreams from last night, but I feel the same way I do when I’ve had a night full of ter­ri­ble ones. I’m feel­ing very clingy about Katie and try­ing not to show it.

I tried to install sn. The gzip file I down­loaded first won’t extract. I found an rpm file—great! But try­ing to use the rpm caus­es a seg­men­ta­tion fault. Not happy.