A reader just e-mailed asking if I had any recommendations for a book about the history of books. The only thing that really comes to mind is Sixpence House by Paul Collins, which is about a British town filled with bookstores... it's not a perfect fit with the "history of books" subject, but it's related, and a good read. Wondering if anyone else has any recommendations to pass along.
Almost wrote a post at about three in the morning, but didn't really have anything to say except "I'm scared." My grandma wasn't feeling well for the past day or two, and around 7:00 last night my stepdad went over to her house to check on her and she was really nauseous and lethargic, so he called her doctor, and then called an ambulance and they went to the hospital, and I took a taxi and met them there. Some pain medication made her feel better, and by the time I left the hospital last night she seemed in much better shape, so I wasn't acutely worried, but obviously still awfully concerned. Turns out she has a small case of pneumonia, the doctor says it isn't serious and she should be fine, no fever, blood cell count normal, but she'll be in the hospital for a couple of days. Hopefully the doctor's right, still nervewracking of course.
I mean, I guess that's too much information for the weblog, but what else is the blog good for besides providing too much information about what's in my head?
In the hospital waiting room, incidentally, they had a TV tuned to American Idol and everyone was watching. It really had a hold on people. I felt bad for the family in the next curtain over in the emergency room -- from what I could tell from what they were saying to the doctor, the patient was a young girl and she came in with stomach pains and nausea. The doctor apparently wanted to rule out pregnancy. The mother told the doctor she can't be pregnant because she isn't having sex. The doctor told the mother that's not what the girl told him. Oops.
Today's task: finishing up the third draft of my Office spec script.