Day 1: Not much madness

Twenty-four hours in St Louis and the most exciting thing so far is that I narrowly avoided a spill down the basement stairs as I went to fetch my jeans from the dryer. (What was I thinking bringing only one pair?) Yesterday Sis drove me directly from the airport to the hospital. Seems our father's managed to get himself infected with a rare strain of Mycobacterium and his wife wanted us along for his meeting with the orthopedist to make sure we heard everything he did.

I expected that would take maybe half an hour. By the time he'd been x-rayed, sent up to the pathologist, and what-have-you, two hours had passed. Good thing monshu had sent me off with some homemade soda bread and fried chicken! We went direct from the hospital to the middle school, and from there back to the family abode. I did my best to stay aloof from the chaos, though I did get sucked into a Doctor Who two-parter alongside AWI, one of the two old enough to be allowed to watch it. (It took me a moment to realised the reason he was so insistent that we join him is that he was scared to watch Weeping Angels alone.)

By the time it was just me, Sis, and Mom rehashing family history around the dining room table, I was so drowsy that I nearly went to sleep right there. Instead, I went up to AWI's room and slept as soundly as I ever have in this house. Napping didn't really work out this morning, so I'm going to get cleaned up and do the Loop with my older brother. Then tonight I'll be escorting Mom to the rehearsal dinner. Something tells me I'm really going to need that nap tomorrow.