Apparently, this weekend past was a long weekend. I have no recollection of it, as I spent large parts of it in the Medi-Clinic waiting rooms, helping granddad move about while a piece of granite the size of Limpopo (ok, a 5 mm kidney stone) was creeping around inside his innards. Thankfully, it was removed without great drama, and grandpapa is recovering nicely.
I hate hospitals.
So expect a thought-provoking, edgy and well-written post soon. As soon as I get that hospital smell out of my hair. And clothes. And brain.