Weekend Update

My step-dad had a liver transplant in September. Came home in time for Halloween. Went back into ICU and was transferred back to the transplant center on XMas eve. He has a fungal infection, apparently it's affecting his heart and he's not reacting well to the one and only treatment. I'm tired of feeling like I'm on an episode of House. Just make him better already, kthnx.

My furnace broke Thursday night after a frightening series of clanks followed by a rather loud CLUNK. Guy came out yesterday and rather thoroughly inspected it all, diagnosed it as a 'really dead motor', ordered a part and scheduled an appointment to come out on Monday and fix the thing. But apparently it was only temporarily broken because tonight it appears to be working fine. How does that happen?

3 of the walls in my living room decided they were powerless on Sunday. No TV, no lamps, no nothing that needed to be plugged in. And remember, no heat. I was totally Amish, except for the buttons. Monday night, I found a super secret double emergency breaker box in the upper cabinet in my kitchen (add that one to the TWO in the basement and one in the garage). I flipped all the switches to off and then back on and everything was magically all better. Could that be what happened to my furnace too?

Twain got a motorcycle for Christmas. He's been driving it around the house since we got home at 6. I want to throw it out the window. My house is basically a circle. You can go from the livingroom into Twain's room, then into my room, then the bathroom, the kitchen, the dining room and back to the livingroom. There's no hallway (and therefore no creepy lil twins asking him to come play with them) just and endless circle for riding in.