I got home yesterday to what I thought was an empty house; Roger's truck wasn't there, and there weren't any lights on in the basement windows. However, Mr. M came upstairs to inform me that everything was okay, thanks for taking him to the hospital and that he had phoned his son to tell him what happened (to my relief). Also, they kept him up in the hospital all night. I thought it odd that the staff would do this as he had a potential heart attack, but when I deciphered the story it turns out the other patients kept him up with their moans and cries of "It hurts! It hurts!" How rude! It is a hospital, after all. I just rolled my eyes a little and smiled a bit at him.

The important thing is that he's healthy (so to speak), he has his appointment for surgery (not because of last night) on the 21st and hopefully he'll recover quickly, so he can get out of the basement and on to bigger and better things that don't involve being in my basement.

Finished THE BROKER, by John Grisham, last night. He kind of redeemed himself a little with me. My dad put it nicely that somewhere along the way John Grisham forgot how to finish a book, and while I'm not totally happy with the ending of The Broker, it sure beat the heck out of The Brethren (yuck!) and The Partner (puh-leeze!). And since I'm on a Grisham kick and have already read Skipping Christmas, I'm on to The Last Juror. Only three chapters into it, but so far it has an A Time To Kill feel about it which isn't that strange, really, since it's set in the same place. If you click the link to The Broker, you'll be taken to Amazon where you can read reviews of Grisham's other books. Michael Crichton has the same problem with wriapping up books, but I've forgiven him of that because the science and fact he uses are so darn interesting. I mean, the plot for State of Fear was ludicrous. Come on!

I'm heading to the petroleum show this afternoon to see more of the wonderful world of oil and natural gas related equipment, paraphernalia and services. I've been informed that it's huge and I should be wearing comfortable shoes. As an aside, it's gotten to the point where I can't say "comfortable shoes" with out imitating Forrest Gump. Whatever! I hope to see Matt there as he's come up from Houston to be a part of the show, and the last time I saw him was clouded with sadness due to the passing of his uncle. So now we have to get together so he can see what my mom's and dad's genes have done to my hair and it's weak hold on my scalp. I'll let you know how the show went....