Home again, home again, jiggedy jig.
Flying home-ish in... eh, eight or nine hours. Trip was alright, not in the boring way but in the bad-with-the-good way. Dad's health is ... pretty rocky. He had to go to the hospital twice for transfusions while we were here. Since he got back from the last one yesterday he's been a bit cheerier, though. He didn't feel like taking any naps, and regaled us with stories of college and post-college hijinks.
Still worried. Things really aren't looking good at all.
Even so, it was good to see Mom and Dad. Even if I spent half the trip confining myself away from them so my plague didn't go after Dad.
Ciao.
~me
Still worried. Things really aren't looking good at all.
Even so, it was good to see Mom and Dad. Even if I spent half the trip confining myself away from them so my plague didn't go after Dad.
Ciao.
~me