Two days after Susan’s surgery, everything is pretty much back to normal. Sue’s been working from home and will return back to the office next Monday, but she’s also been out to Wal-Mart, to the hospital to visit her Uncle Ronnie, and all over the place. She did tell me that yesterday afternoon she took a three-hour nap, which tells me she might be pushing things a bit too hard too quickly, but other than that everything’s going great.
I had planned on staying home with Susan the day after her surgery, but Johnny (my co-conspirator at work and fellow partner in crime) passed out while visiting his mom in the hospital. Passing out in the hospital is kind if like saying, “hey, run a bunch of expensive tests on me,” which is what they did. A couple of days and one angiogram later, they found … well, nothing. Since Emily would be at work by herself, I decided to come into work on Wednesday, and boy, am I glad I did. Without getting all geeky, I’ll just say that we had a major server outage at work on Wednesday that caused all kinds of managers and developers to scramble until we were able to figure out what the problem was and fix it. I rarely pat myself on the back about work-related stuff, but in this particular case I reacted very quickly and came up with some solutions that got everything back up and running in a hurry. It was a good day to be here.
Dad bought a new computer last weekend and is already experiencing the pain that is Microsoft Vista. I know my uncle went through the same growing pains recently when he found that many of his favorite programs weren’t Vista-compatible. Dad has discovered that Corel Draw, his AntiVirus software, and his current version of Nero all are incompatible with Vista, so we’re on the look out for replacements. I read yesterday that Microsoft will stop shipping OEM versions of XP at the end of this year, which means beginning in 2008 all computers will come preloaded with Vista instead of XP. (Unless they begin shipping machines with some flavor of Linux.)
It’s been weird eating without Susan. This is going to sound weird, but at dinnertime it almost seems like Susan’s a waitress now instead of part of the family. The kids and I sit down, Susan delivers our food, and then she leaves to go fix herself a cup of soup or broth or whatever while we eat. Her meals are very disassociated with ours at the moment; we’ll need to work harder on incorporating hers with ours. I’ve also already noticed that, when eating in front of Susan, I feel like a pig. While eating I think, “I can’t believe I’m eating this much food.” I wouldn’t be surprised if I begin to lose weight by proxy as well.