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So my grandfather died today, although I'm not really sad, because I can't say I was terribly close to him. Really, he was kind of a dick to me. So if I had to describe it with Tarot cards, I'd use the 8 of Cups: "decline of a matter which is of little consequence for good or evil." So yeah. Doo invited me and Will to come live with him in Grandpa's house, which is tempting, but we've got a lot of shit going on here -- I've got school, and I already paid the down payment for the midwife, not to mention that I've got Medicaid through the state for my pregnancy. So maybe next summer we'll move up there, I dunno. It kinda just depends on whether I can transfer to a nursing school in Hartford, and whether things go well with Will's not-yet-girlfriend-maybe-thing?, because if they do, I can't imagine him wanting to leave her behind, and of course, she's got school and stuff, and she'd probably want to stay. So it's not looking likely, but maybe.