For the first time in the almost two years since I started this blog, I'm not going to apologize for missing a few days. My husband Kevin suffered two heart attacks Wednesday night into Thursday morning -- first a minor one, then a major one during a stent procedure to stop the first one.

It took about 24 hours for him to stabliize and yesterday he was in an operating room undergoing triple bypass surgery. He's 44 with no personal or family history of heart problems at such a young age. I don't write much about the daily happenings in my life here -- only when it's relevant to my outrage over something. Which is what will continue when this crisis is over. But the next few weeks are going to be unlike any we've ever had. I don't know yet if blogging will help me through it -- or become one more chore for me. I'm hoping the former because god knows the fodder for outrage is alive and well. I'm just not going to be paying as much attention to it for the immediate future.