Will Friday Ever Get Here?

It seems as though Thursday just doesn't want to end. I don't know if it's because my job requires me to always look at the clock or if it's because the area I'm in has no windows. Is this what doing time in prison feels like? I mean I am surrounded by crazy people all day long and have to watch my back because I don't know who's coming up behind me or what the have in their hands. Today for instance someone in the lab thought it would be fun to stretch the hose into our area and attempt to soak someone. Real smart considering the computer equipment we have.
Speaking of time moving slow, it seems as though Morrisa has been on BCP forever now. I know it hasn't been that long since she started taking them but I've always been an impatient person when it comes to something that I'm excited about. Although I have become a more patient person thanks to the infertility. How's that for finding something good out of something that has caused so much emotional and physical pain not only to the two of us but those close to us. Well the physical pain has been endured by my lovely wife, what a trooper!
My grandfather has been home since Monday and hasn't been sleeping well and it is really showing. My parents live right next door and can see in through their kitchen window and into their living room where his hospital bed is setup. My mom said that last night they kept glancing over and everytime they did they saw my grandmother standing watching him sleep. So dad went over to talk to her to take her mind off things. She's taking everything so hard and understandably so. They have been married for 60 years. She's also been having trouble with her memory lately which is adding to the stress of the family. We're hoping and praying that she doesn't have the beginnings of Alzheimer's. Her mother had it and I know she's always worried about having it herself. I want to thank everyone for their thoughts and prayers. It means a lot to have support out there.