Mainly, I've not been blogging because I've been working. Last week was supposed to be set aside for finishing up an article for Distinctly Montana, but the Business to Business issue out this week refused to die. I got a lot done on the DM article, but it didn't quite set me up for this week as I had hoped. Oh well. It's always better to be busy.
We've also been stressing about my dad's condition. Without going into not-ready-for-Internet details, I'll just say that he's been sicker than I've ever known him to be, and that's not a very comfortable thing. He seems to be on the mend, but it doesn't make the nerves go away. We're supposed to travel to their place this weekend, and I'm going to be glad to be able to see him myself. My mom does a great job of keeping me updated about everything, but it's not easy for her to be the chief conveyer of all information on things dad-related either. And I know she's worried, which makes me even more worried. Champion worriers, we Rosenleaf women.
In other news, Connery has decided to end the satan-spawn impersonation, much to our relief. Of course it could start up again at any moment, but for now, he's being mildly cooperative, which really beats the alternative.
On Saturday we took him to his first orchestra concert, courtesy of the Bozeman Symphony Orchestra. He seemed to enjoy it, although his favorite part was getting to try out the instruments after the concert with his dad, Mr. Ex-Brass Player. Connery and I went out to try the "Instrument Petting Zoo" before the concert, but he was intimidated by the friendly zookeepers, and I don't know one end of a trombone from another. After the concert, Chip asked some of the helpers if he could handle the instruments, and Connery got to help Daddy play, which seemed more to his liking.
I can't quite believe it's Valentine's Day tomorrow. I don't think I've ever been so unprepared. We may put off our celebration entirely until we get to Great Falls this weekend.