Thus and so

Folks, I've had a week that's been good and bad, starting with a phone call at 4 a.m. Sunday. Never a good sign, 4 a.m. phone calls. This one was to tell me my father had failed to awake from his sleep at the house where he'd been staying with family as part of a tour of family and friends in Ontario and was en route to the Critical Care Unit at the Guelph General Hospital. I was on a plane by noon, at his bedside by 2 p.m., and later that evening in discussions with the doctor and family as to what to do next. Dad cut the conversation short a few minutes before midnight. I just got home Canada Day, thus the lack of all things Gaga. Things may be a little bit chaotic in blogland as my nearest and dearest and I untie the tangles created by sudden death (word to the wise: make sure you know where the SIN of anyone who's looking likely to expire is located), but posting will restart in just a few minutes ....