Back to work

I have to go back to work today. That's right, I'm not looking forward to it. I'd much prefer a day to just absorb and process the past week and could actually take one more day of funeral leave, but I'll go to work so that I can go to Minneapolis on Friday without guilt.

I talked to Evan last night. He's never too chatty on the phone, but said his day went better than Sunday when he was feeling very poorly. Kit and Karl were both concerned about him when they left him on Sunday, but it sounds as if he's made some improvements since then. In fact, when I spoke with him, he was looking forward to Alyssa and Kit's arrival with leftovers from Grandma's funeral dinner. And kolaches from Bernard, a longtime friend of Grandma and Grandpa's, who baked an ample supply of the delicious treats for us. If Evan is hungry it's a good bet that he is indeed getting better.

Evan is optimistic about an early release from the hospital. His doctor told him yesterday that if his progress continues, he may very well be released much sooner than expected. He's all for that! His release means, however, that I need to prepare for working remotely again. It's all possible, but it takes a bit of preparation on my part, so I'd best go face the music.