I Will Not Stress, I Will Not Stress, I Will Not Stress...

Life, y'all. It's a bitch, sometimes.

Emily had a set-back in her recovery and ended up back in the emergency room, where she was stabilized and the discussion regarding an imminent pacemaker surgery was had. 

Oscar, who has had back problems for years, is suffering from what his doctor believes is bone spurs that have formed since his last surgery, so, he will have to go under the knife yet again to have them dealt with.

Mom, while doing so, so much better, is also less recovered than I know she would like to be at this point, two months post-Covid, plus, my Aunt Pat's memorial service has been scheduled for December 17th.

All of which is to say; none of the grandparents will be able to join us in Hawaii after all.

The Cub totally understands and is more concerned for his grandparent's well-being than in having them present when he graduates, but it's still a bummer, for sure.

The airlines have been very accommodating, refunding Hugh for the flights, as well as allowing us to upgrade Mikey's ticket to first class so the three of us will be together. So, it's all fine.

It's fine, it's fine, it's fine (also: First World Problems, I get it)

Queen B will be working in Las Vegas at the National Finals Rodeo for the week before she and the Rodeo Princess fly out; the logistics of which cause me no slight bit of angst, but I'm sure it will be fine.

Fine, fine, fine.

And, we all have to have Covid tests done no more than 72 hours before we depart for Hawaii. But, the results have to be available before we get to the airport, so, the timing of the test will be interesting, since our local approved testing site can't guarantee results within a certain time frame. But, I'm sure it will be (say it with me) fine.

Am I also terrified that one of us will come down with Covid between now and December 10th? Have we met? Of course I am.

It'll be fine. It'll be fine. It'll be fine.

As an insurance policy, if you are the praying kind, could you please say a prayer that it does turn out fine? Because, while I know it's just a silly trip, I also know that I am thisclose to snapping if I don't get some relaxation away from all the stress that life has thrown at us, and, ain't nobody wants to see that.

It'll be fine, it'll be fine, it'll be fine...