Hooligan, Bob, vapor.
Important things of late:
I am seven months pregnant with an active little hooligan that enjoys karate and barrel rolling. Things have been serene and lush until recently. Now various aches and pains are creeping up, as an ominous promise of things to come. I don't care. I'm still at one with my hooligan and am, after all, serving as his dedicated meat house until November/December. Not much to do but go with it.
The grandfather has been in and out of the hospital for the last month and some change. He's too weak to continue his chemotherapy and now his lungs have gone the way of cancerous tumors. He has to be on oxygen permanently now. He does not have long and it's very... Dark amongst the family.
Not sure about our future. Things are very vaporous around here. Plans are like houses of cards right now. Nothing solid, everything waiting for a gust of wind. Despite this, and Bob's descent, I'm still doing well. I do have a little karate chopping hooligan to cheer me up, after all.
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