![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
What a weekend. I hope I'll be able to handle the work that's piling.
I woke up around 9, unable to sleep more than 4 hours, and Stephan woke shortly after, feeling relatively capable of living. He wasn't severely hung over, which surprised me. Bryan and Ben were kind when I explained, particularly Bryan, who was very sweetly sympathetic, having been there a few times. There was much morning banter around the breakfast table (though Bryan cooked only for himself and Stephan could only stomach cereal). We watched a bit of Angels in America, and then mama came to get me to go to the hospital.
Amy, Marissa, mama and I talked to Grandjo for about an hour, and no one kicked half of us out (the limit is two visitors at once). She looked ever so much better, without the fluid in her lungs. She smiled (as much as she could with the tube) at Marissa's baby pictures, and dragged me over with some strength so she could shift herself around. She seems to like the nurses, which is making her happier than she might otherwise be.
We went straight from the hospital downtown, with not time to eat and everybody in the car, which was amusing. Brahms went well, though not as well as last night, and the train ride home was relaxing. Stephan espied me walking to his house from the train station as he was driving to Borders to pick up a play he's been tapped to direct, so I went with him and got some magic soup while we were across the street from Whole Foods. So I am less hungry now. He had a readthrough of another play just then, so I came home to see about work, but I've not been feeling it, so I thought I'd inscribe the saga for the benefit of posterity. I'm finally tired, but still not genuinely sleepy, and I've got miles of Tonal Counterpoint and Linguistics to do.
I woke up around 9, unable to sleep more than 4 hours, and Stephan woke shortly after, feeling relatively capable of living. He wasn't severely hung over, which surprised me. Bryan and Ben were kind when I explained, particularly Bryan, who was very sweetly sympathetic, having been there a few times. There was much morning banter around the breakfast table (though Bryan cooked only for himself and Stephan could only stomach cereal). We watched a bit of Angels in America, and then mama came to get me to go to the hospital.
Amy, Marissa, mama and I talked to Grandjo for about an hour, and no one kicked half of us out (the limit is two visitors at once). She looked ever so much better, without the fluid in her lungs. She smiled (as much as she could with the tube) at Marissa's baby pictures, and dragged me over with some strength so she could shift herself around. She seems to like the nurses, which is making her happier than she might otherwise be.
We went straight from the hospital downtown, with not time to eat and everybody in the car, which was amusing. Brahms went well, though not as well as last night, and the train ride home was relaxing. Stephan espied me walking to his house from the train station as he was driving to Borders to pick up a play he's been tapped to direct, so I went with him and got some magic soup while we were across the street from Whole Foods. So I am less hungry now. He had a readthrough of another play just then, so I came home to see about work, but I've not been feeling it, so I thought I'd inscribe the saga for the benefit of posterity. I'm finally tired, but still not genuinely sleepy, and I've got miles of Tonal Counterpoint and Linguistics to do.