Well with additions of hard days at work and mishaps with my boss, stress had been building and building throughout the week. Saturday things patched up with my boss. I got fencing up to keep my puppy in the backyard since she was jumping the last fence. She found the one spot today and began jumping it so there's more work to do. November really hasn't been a good month for me. Last year's had been the worse so far when my Shepherd Amore got out of the fence and was shot and killed. With Cheza getting out this month it brings a lot of bad memories around and fears perk up once again. That became the last of my worries on Sunday though when my step-mom called telling me that my dad had a stroke. It was minor, but no stroke is to be taken lightly. I talked things over for my grandpa and was very worried, though I have this tendency to pretend things aren't really so bad when they really are. Not knowing what the doctors were doing next. After many silent prayers, and worrying about the crazy dad of mine, he came home and they expect him to make a full recovery. Dad is right back to chopping wood. Go figure. My family never did do well at taking it easy when a doctor ordered it. That's us though. A lot of weight has been lifted now everything is well with my dad.