Bleh...all the major stuff was at least as taken care of as it could be, so I thought things were leveling out. Well, then my darn crock pot dies, which is annoying, but I'll live...and just a bit ago I got a call. Seems my dad's health has taken a turn for the worse to the point where they are FINALLY done dorking around and are scrambling to try and get him in for surgery to fix the issue finally next week instead of sometime after Thanksgiving. That last part is good, but not the part about how bad he's gotten thanks to all the delays and the fact they don't think he'll get BETTER, just stop getting worse. I really hope they are wrong and I also hope this doesn't end in a few months with me homeless. Seriously, did I pee in fate's Wheaties and forget about it somehow?!