Back to school for my dad

Thank goodness my dad goes back to work this week (he’s a teacher), I think he’s been rather bored.

He was turning into a little old lady watching the house across the street being built and giving me the details about what contractor was coming when, and if the building looked like it was on schedule, and why they’d build something like that when only two people lived there.

He’s had whatever respiratory illness I’ve had and he has a lingering cough.

I’m still learning not to panic when he gets sick, it’s just left over from my mother when every little symptom meant an extended hospital stay. I’ve been resisting the urge to call him several times a day to see if he’s still breathing.

I haven’t shared that with him since I think he’s think I’ve finally gone around the bend.