Life…

So my dad was on a ladder on top of scaffolding, something he would kick our asses for doing, and he fell. He broke a lot of bones and has been through two surgeries now and has so much metal in him that he could be mistaken for a cyborg. His rib surgery alone took 8 hours because all of the ribs on one side were fractured. One of his lungs was punctured and they needed to clean the bone fragments from it. But it gets better, he broken ribs on the other side too. His pelvis was broken. His clavicle and his scapula were also fractured.

Good thing he didn’t bruise his brain–we already know that wasn’t working since he put a ladder on top of scaffolding.

Needless to say, I’ve not got much done because I’m all sorts of a mess. My family is on the other side of the country and we are trying to figure out if I’m flying out to gather my sister and bring her out here with me while my dad recoups. My dad and sister are like two cats in a bag they aggravate one another. If she comes out here then they can both relax and appreciate one another.

All this said… if you suddenly see a catastrophic fall with epic surgery pop up in JONAH I’m just writing what I know. 😆