My friend B sent me a get-well package (my arthritic back + caregiving for a 200 lb. man = much pain) that included some mystery dice. I don't need more dice, but it's the thought that counts. This brand happens to be my favorite, too. :) The dice turned out to be black and red, and rather ominous looking. I blurred a bit of the red pin that came with the dice because of some salty language on it, with which I could absolutely sympathize. I actually do like the dice, as they're darkly beautiful. They've also given me a story idea, always a good thing. :)
Yesterday for me started at 5:30 am and didn't end until 12:30 am, when I finally, totally passed out next to my guy. It was a very fine day for him, considering, and a horrible day for me personally, but I got through it with the same spine I've always had -- the titanium one I haul out when things get truly challenging. Here he is waiting to go into surgery. He's completely self-absorbed, telling me this and that and joking about the whole thing because that's what he does when he's really scared. I am trying to keep it together. They're going to put the love of my life under general anesthesia, cut into him and repair the damage he's inflicted on himself by trying to be thirty years old again, but I just have to get through the day and put my faith in people I don't know and can't hear when they talk to me and only get about every third word by reading lips. They're also running an hour and a half late. Yes, totally relaxing. Her...