Brandon, here I come
I'm off to Brandon again tomorrow morning. Gillian is heading that way, and is kind enough to take me along for the ride. That gives me another chance to see my father before his life winds down. I haven't decided yet if I'll bother to tell my family that I'm going to be in town. Maybe I'll just wait and see if I run into them at the hospital. Of course, I'm assuming that none of them knows how to find my online journal (or that I even have one)...and really, that's a fairly safe assumption, I think.
This little jaunt will be paid for entirely on credit. I can't be doing this all the time, or I'll find myself in trouble before long. I guess the imminent death of one's parent is a fairly good excuse for partly filling one's credit card.
This little jaunt will be paid for entirely on credit. I can't be doing this all the time, or I'll find myself in trouble before long. I guess the imminent death of one's parent is a fairly good excuse for partly filling one's credit card.