So I’m sitting in my room last night, grumpy as hell, right? More news is trickling in about Uncle R, and it’s not good. Aunts and cousins are getting to see him and are reporting back. My mother is not going. My father is trying to send me out to the bank after dark, knowing full well I can’t see well enough to safely navigate busy intersections. My appetite for food has gone with the wind, while my appetite for punishment, shown in a run on a day I needed to take off, was wide open. I chatted with Michael. I miss him and I love him but I missed…

So I have a deathly ill uncle in California. The doctors are telling folks that they need to get in their last visits pronto, and when my mother talked to him, she said he was very confused and faded in and out. She wants to visit him. I want her to visit him. It’d be awesome if one of my aunts could visit him, too, because the three of them were close. My father just bought a $500+ cell phone and service, leaving him dependent on that money I’d said I’d give them to pay for groceries. Deduct from that money the cost of my trip to move in (because…