Last night, just a little before I went to bed, I got an email from my cousin. Her father, my dad's only surviving sibling, had a heart attack and was in the hospital. I _didn't_ tell my father, because I knew he wouldn't sleep if I did.
I told him tonight after dinner, and shortly thereafter we got better news -- the doctors think he can go home on Friday, provided they get the fluid out of his lungs.
So I haven't been able to concentrate very well today -- it took me hours to formulate a reply in the PBEM game. And I didn't feel like watching a video or reading one of the Indiana Jones books I got from the library.
And I haven't called my friends to see if they want to come to the bead show this weekend.
I'm going to try to get to sleep early tonight, and I hope that tomorrow will be better.