Back from Spokane, glittering jewel of the Pacific Northwest™, and reality has set in like the ton of bricks it is -- or, to use a more apt description, reality has crushingly set in like the 1,032 spam e-mails that were waiting for me when I got back. 1,032. I was gone for three days, people. Can we say there's a spam problem going on? Congress mandated a Do Not Call list, I think there should be a Do Not E-mail list. A shortened week means a hectic week at work, though I will have a hell of a time trying to concentrate as my dad goes into the hospital for tests tomorrow. The results may mean he may have to stay there for open-heart bypass, or they may put stents in, but we won't really know until the test results come back. Either way, as Dad says, the inevitable came a little sooner than he expected. Who needs a drink? (I do! I do! Uhh... as if I haven't drank enough this weekend, on top of all the allergy medication I was taking because my friend has a cat and I'm allergic to cats...)