I forgot to mention, in my last post, that we were heading into another family fun night. Tonight, Kelly was our leader. We had a smorgasbord of appetizers (or, as Patty offered, a "happy hour dinner"), and then watched the animated film Open Season. We have a rule--somewhat loosely observed--that bickering is verboten during these evenings; when the rules are mostly followed, we end up having nice memories of each of these nights. I suppose there's something sad to the reality that simple family time needs to be scheduled and planned; and yet, once we get into the swing of our evenings, they really seem incredibly natural and important.
As of this writing, Patty has had three episodes of irregular heart rhythms this evening; I really don't know if these are cause for concern. For some reason, I am uneasy about tomorrow--I know I'm selfish, but I want all surprises from this point forward to be pleasant ones. Patty actually seems a bit excited, because things seem to be moving along at last. I really hope this go-round is the one we mark as the positive turning point.
P.S. I think I sometimes sound like Woody Allen; it's a good thing I look so much like Brad Pitt.