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Stop the ride I'd like to get off

Man, I really wanted this to be a light-hearted update about dumb things in my life that I enjoy. I'm less motivated to bang out a bunch of words about how neat Sonos speakers are since Ann was just diagnosed (or almost diagnosed) with a heart condition. Rad!

 We're past the really scary part of her collapsing and not knowing what was going on. Definitely in the "where do we go from here" phase. Or the "isn't it ironic that your sudden commitment to exercise and healthy living almost killed you" phase. 

 On top of everything else we also got the chance to be parents for 3 days, the details of which I might go into down the road when I'm sure that particular story has a happy ending. Suffice to say life is still coming at us all at once and from all angles.

 I'm a deeply pragmatic person. Whatever situation I'm in I can take in the basic facts, integrate them, and choose the best path forward. I do freeze in the initial moments though, and luckily both times that's happened I've had people who can jumpstart me back to life. Last time it was Ann (trying to get back for Daddo's funeral) and this time it was Cindy (packing up lunch and driving me to Lexington). Overall you really do learn a lot about the relationships you've built in times of crisis.

 I don't really let my mind go to too dark a place. Don't tell anyone, but I'm a secret optimist. When I do consider all possibilities I know for certain: My dad's death shook me but Ann's would extinguish me.

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