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My grandfather is at the emergency room again, feeling short of breath. This is how he ended up there to begin with and all the times he landed back in the hospital after his heart surgery. He had a pacemaker put in and hasn't had any trouble for months, though, so it's disappointing, to say the least, to think that he might still be having trouble with it. (Water builds up around his lungs.) On the other hand, nothing to say that there's much wrong yet, so I'm hoping it'll all turn out okay.

I spent most of the day working.. I had to go in and help open from 8-10 so I would know what to do tomorrow morning. I'm not particularly looking forward to work tomorrow. I guess that's the definition of work, but still. I've decided that I want to go to Cinci on Saturday to go to Jungle Jim's. It's supposed to be very cool, and it certain seems like it is from the website. (here) They have an entire aisle dedicated to Scandinavian stuff. Yes, I know some of you have whole stores, but we got Liquor Barn and knäckebröd, so hush already. ;)

You know, I don't even really miss anything that I would be likely to find at a store like this. I just want to force stuff from home on M, who doesn't seem to care one way or another most of the time. I'm sure that says something about me. He's more well-adjusted than I am, half the time, but I still worry about what he has here as opposed to what he had there. And it's not that his life was all that particularly terrific. He had a really good job that he didn't like, a 40-year-old car and a tiny little house-type thing... just your average mid-twenties single guy who spent too much too online. Now, of course, he has a potentially good job, a couple of newer cars without a shred of personality (other than the Mazda being moody) and a very becoming, fully paid-for, no-rent ... eh, well, it is a trailer, but it's twice the size of his old place!. ;) My point was just that now he's a typical late-twenties married guy who spends entirely too much time online, but I still think he might somehow be happier without me, living a normal life again. And the stupid thing is that I don't even really think that, I just worry about it. Pardon my modesty, but I happen to realize that I make him deliriously happy and he doesn't care where we live as long as we're together. He probably just loves it that I publically announce his besottedness and sentimentality all the time, doesn't he? Very macho. *egrin*

Remember how I said I'm a compulsive worrier? I even worry about things I honestly know that I don't have to worry about! I'm such a dork.

Oh, I just realized that I said I spent most of the day working and classified that as 8-10 and then got into something else and didn't elaborate on how that was most of the day. I didn't end up getting home until nearly 11, and then I worked nonstop until 3 on forms and price signs. I've printed cute little signs with fruit on them for the entire store (spent an insane amount of time on this, but I've saved each file individually, at least, because there will be a LOT of printing, as produce changes price a lot.) But what took the most time was a job specially designed for papery girls like me. I created four custom forms for Dad for his record-keeping things. He didn't much like the ones that he had, so he told me what he wanted and asked me to make them for him. It took a little longer than I planned, and I didn't even go crazy with fonts and colors. One of them turned out extremely well, if I do say so myself.

I'm thankful daily for my college degree. ;)

If you remember the really sappy entry a while back, I said that I thought it was adorable the way M speaks Swedish to me without meaning to, although it hasn't happened in a while. After he read that, he pointed out that he does it all the time, but I don't notice it anymore. Since then, we've listened for it in a different way, and I've come to realize that he's right. Usually, it's just little things like "nej" instead of "no" and a y instead of a j, but the other night on the way to Kroger, he said, speaking of another car, "swoosh iväg". *giggle* (away) I have no idea why that's so irresistably cute.

I have no idea what's gotten into me. My dad would probably say that I've been vaccinated with a Victrola needle. I just can't seem to shut up. I had to stop myself from telling at least three substories. I'll try to remember some of them for another day, but I probably won't. I'm ditzy like that sometimes. And totte, if you say "Sometimes?!" in that incredulous tone when you read this, I'll bite you and make you sleep on the floor. Aarrgh. I have to go to bed or I'll keep writing. G'night!