Dad made it home on Friday and is way ahead of his recovery schedule. He will be bored and stir crazy for the next six weeks, so if you drive or ride by the corner of 3rd and Division, be sure and honk or ring your bell! In a strange turn of events, I went to the doc myself, not being able to breathe and having pains in my chest. Scarey to say the least. After an EKG and Echocardiogram, we deducted that it was more than likely stress related. However they did notice the Mitral valve would occasionally be slow to respond in sequence or fail to go. So guess who gets to see the Cardiologist? By speaking w/ those in the know it should be pretty treatable and not a big deal.
Saturday night we went to a knock down drag out Black Hawks game. To summarize, there were at least 10 helmet-less fights (4 at one time), 8 game ejections, and Waterloo won in OT.
Probably the only time the Mrs. wasn't on her feet ;)
Sunday I got a chance to get my running legs back on through Heery woods to attempt to get out of the insane winds to no avail. Felt good and got my spirits in the right place.