It's Sunday morning, technically, but because I haven't gone to sleep yet, I am counting it as Saturday night. Worked today, but not much, and will be working again tomorrow. I should probably have gone to sleep hours ago, but I haven't so whatever.
My mother went to the hospital Thursday night. Friday morning she went back home. They thought it was a heart attack, but now just have no idea. While I was joking about it with my sister when I first heard, further thought on the subject reminded me of the very real possibility that I might receive that sort of call some day soon, if not for my mother, than my grandparents. Life is a fleeting thing, and I hope that I don't squander what limited time I may have with my family based on assumptions of longevity.
On a less morbid note, I think that before and after the bit of work I have to do tomorrow, I will be writing and listening to Pixar movies. It sounds like a fun way to spend my pseudo off Sunday.