Everything went well with my dad's surgery. The "fun" part was being in the waiting room for about 7 hours. Yikes. But he seemed good after finally getting out of recovery and ensconced into a room. Just tired.
Charles did text me back today. (My texts don't always get to him speedily). It read "Sorry you missed it last night. It was fun! Hope you are well." Which is nice since I was concerned either that he was pissed at me or just didn't care. Don't know which would be worse. But it was neither naturally enough.
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