“If anything can go wrong, it will,” Capt. Edward A. Murphy, USAF, 1949.

I would ask “what more could go wrong” but I think Murphy has already jinxed me enough.

I had my first counseling session yesterday. It went well. It is going to be weekly, only the next session won’t be until August 9. Apparently, I caught him just before he left on a two-week vacation. Oh well, I’ve dealt with this stuff for six years, what’s another two weeks?

Barry, my father-in-law, is staying. This is a mixed blessing. I am very thankful that he is here to help Michelle recover, but he has his life he needs to get back to as well. He has been with us almost a year now.

Michelle is still in San Francisco. She said she was bleeding and had a bad allergic reaction to medications. They don’t know what the problem with the tube was yet, thinking it was a blockage. They are going to do more tests. Don’t know how long she’ll be there. I wouldn’t expect longer than the weekend, but with Michelle, you never know.

I’m tired. I’m worn out. I just keep moving, one foot in front of the other, waiting to emerge from this storm.