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The other morning I woke up an hour early, and thought I would take advantage of the event to check out the lunar eclipse. By the time I got to work, the sky was filled with clouds - my view would have been dubiously possible due to city lights anyway. I pulled into the parking lot, and had to scoot around some canadian mooses. A lead moose stood between me and the flock, valiantly defending his brethren against my steel beast. I honked at the crew (with my voice, not horn) - as if to say "I'm with you, solidarity my brother!" I got strange moose looks in return. I parked, and stood atop a small hill to see the clouds remained and there was no sun or moon in sight at all. There were workers. The government hires a bunch of "Melwood" employees, or physically and learning impaired people capable of performing menial tasks. Most janitors and groundskeepers are melwood employees in this government building. The Melwood folks were spread in the parking lot with plastic snow shovels. They were moving to and fro, scraping the pavement. It seems draining the ponds did not get rid of the mooses, or the moose poop - the crew was shoveling poop off the pavement with snow shovels. So all was not lost - I missed an hour of trying to get back to sleep, and while I didn't get to view the magnificence of a lunar eclipse - I did get to see moose poop shoveled.

In other news, not knowing sucks. I still visit my father every day. He may survive, a new development, but he hasn't returned to consciousness even after having sedatives withdrawn for several hours. I did sit by him yesterday and see him move his head several times (confirmed by the nurse) - I have no idea if anything developed overnight. I asked to be called regardless of time if he woke up. I show up just in case he has some idea that I'm there. However, the odds are he does not. I'm not convinced he wants me there - if asked, I know he'd say go on about my life, don't want to be a burden...and mean it. For all I know he's distressed at hearing my voice rather than comforted. I wish he could tell me. I hope he can soon.

I'm finding it very difficult to work, go to the hospital, eat dinner, and work out each day. I do wind up with my evenings free, but not enough to do much with them. If I eat or work out after 8 I wake up in the middle of the night. I'm waking up anyway, but activity makes it worse.

Today I have covered though - I'm up early to work at home (WAH) so I can take a long lunch at the gym. I should be able to visit my dad about the same time (I never saw him this often in my life - maybe I like him better sleeping? ;P). There is a slim chance I'll hit chronos, though I'd rather do coffee. I probably won't go regardless - after the hospital I feel like quiet stuff. Tomrrow I am off, with the plan of going to potato mills 1st thing in the AM to beat the holiday rush. Yes, I am trying to earn me-time to go shopping. Look out Lindt, here I come.