Tomorrow Emily goes under the knife to have her thyroid removed, and I head downtown to ye old Superior court house for a case conference.
Wish us both luck.
Emily is out of surgery and doing fine, although she's in a little pain.
Court wasn't an earth-shattering affair; nothing overwhelmingly good or bad came of it. At least the case is going forward and we now know what the presiding judge expects out of us. Essentially things stay the same with a few more inconveniences.
The Shepard's Prayer (please, Dear God, don't let me f*** up) was definitely on mind all of today. It seems my prayer was answered.
Thanks for all of your thoughts and prayers. It is good to know that we are not alone in this.