90%of the last hour and a half of titanic is just rose yelling “jack!” And jack yelling “rose!”

I’m living. Been in the hospital since Monday. I was supposed to go home on Tuesday.

Came out of surgery just fine, but it waited to be very very painful. And I’m still anxious.

So so so anxious.

Ungh. Hungry. But on liquid diet so no food for me.

Surgery on Monday and I’m a nervous wreck.

Having a bad day. Went to target at 7:15, waited in line… got told they only had 4 books in stock. Guess what number I was? 5. No book for Jessica. So then I get into my car and decide I needed gas. Go to pull the money out of my purse and it’s all missing. I must have dropped it yesterday somewhere

Why, yes, I did compare the incoming party to death eaters. And death eaters were a comparison to nazis. And what should musk do, but a nazi salute.

No more crocheting for me tonight. I took away the yarn and she clawed a chunk out of my finger.

Only I would get sick a week before surgery. I’ll be so mad if this gets rescheduled.

As we get ready for tomorrow, I look back on a quote from Shacklebolt in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows movie. “The ministry has fallen… The minister for magic is dead… They are coming… They are coming… They are coming…” No words have ever rang truer.

Finally crocheting that baby blanket I owe someone.