Alright, so yesterday my dad was supposed to ride (as in, on a motorcycle) through a few states up to Maryland to go camping this weekend. All was well…until an SUV decided to cross over into the lane he was in, causing him to clip the car and send him off his bike. Needless to say I was terrified when I got the call that he was in Cleveland…and then that he was being airlifted to Chattanooga. Thank you GOD it was close to home and that he made it out with a couple of broken ribs, broken shoulder blade, and some road rash (the way everyone talked he should have been worse…and was only missed by an 18-wheeler by inches). So now he’s still in the hospital, obviously, but in good spirits but a lot of pain. Please keep him in your prayers, if you do that kind of thing :)

So, I left work early and was at the hospital for most of the day. When I got back I CRASHED (no pun intended) and woke up at 11:30 when the boy was leaving for work (he’s the best, by the way. he worked the night before, had class right after work, and still came up to the hospital and stayed with me most of the day before going in [late].). I haven’t been back to sleep since - I feel like I’m in high school again, staying up all night. I’m going to pay for it later today, though.

Oh, and I had a strawberry milkshake poptart for breakfast :)