Nah, not really. I mean it's Friday - - which means ME NO WORKY today (hooray!) so I slept in and then made some calls (talked to my dad for nearly 3 hrs.. which is unheard of for us to have a convo that lasts that long) but basically, he told me the docs are running bunches of tests on him and so far, so good. They have asked him to quit smoking -- a bazillion times, but like he told them (like he tells me EVERY TIME when I start to nag him) "I'm a 65 year old man. I've been smoking longer than you've been around. I know it's not good for me. But it's my only vice and I'm keeping it." So, I tell him, "It contributed a large amount to the death of your son [at 40] and if that doesn't make you stop, I guess nothing will." and he tells me that's true. It hasn't stopped him yet. SO... reckon there's nothing going to change his mind on that. Sigh. Ironically, I got sent off to boarding school at age 16 for smoking. Of course, that in no-way-shape-or-form stopped me from smoking. I went to an all-girls school... sheesh... we lived on cigarettes and Dexatrim for heaven's sake. But it was easier to hide the fact that I smoked from my dad then hear HIM lecture ME about it. So he never DID find out that I smoked up until 3 years ago. Yep.. that was 20-some-odd years of smoking without him knowing (he and my mom divorced back when I was 7 yrs old and has always lived in a different town, so it wasn't that tough NOT to see him). It wasn't easy to quit.. but I did it. And so when Dad talks about how hard it is to quit, he thinks I don't have a clue what that means. Ah well, so it goes....

After I finished the marathon phone call w/Dad, I took a nice, loooong shower and hot-oil treated my hair. And afterwards, I gave myself a facial with green tea leaf scrub and a cucumber mask. Ahhhh that's the ticket. I still have the scrub on (30 min leave on dealie) so I better go rinse off before this cucumber turns me into a pickle!

BTW: Yesterday was my long day at work and I procrastinated during my 2 hr lunch break. Finally, with about 45 mins left, I started writing and WOW my characters were pissed off! They had so much to say I could barely keep up! I typed as fast as I could and still barely made it back to work on time. I was pretty proud of myself though yesterday... because I wrote over 1000 words in less than 45 mins. Man, it was like the old me! I wish I could manage that every day... instead of finding so many excuses NOT to write! Grrrrrr!

Off to scrub off my mask! ;)