At one point tonight, it was just me sitting on one side of Tim's mom's bed, and Tim's dad on the other. And he was holding her hand and talking to her, and then he started with the tears, but just a little. And he said -- to her -- "Oh, I'm sorry."

And I said, "Don't be sorry; you feel this way because you love her."

"I do," he said. "And she loves me."

"That is *never* something to be sorry for," I said.

Just repeating this because it is beautiful. And true, beyond true.

I have been thinking of you and the Boy, Teppy, through my clean all the things marathon. I assume the ~ma works even when my brain thinks reading and nodding is the same thing as posting.

The other day, I asked one of the ladies at the house I was working at, if she would like to walk to the store for a pop, or to look for garage sales. This is someone who can speak, but is not necessarily with it for conversation on a consistent basis. She replied, "Mississippi."

So I said, "Call me lazy, but I'm not going to walk to the Mississippi river with you."

Without missing a beat, she said, "Lazy."

Yeah, thanks.

Edited to increase coherence.

I cleaned some of the things. And tomorrow, I will clean some different things. And make some phone calls.

But now I am going to go to bed with a magazine, and then sleep.

Teppy, you and the Boy are in my thoughts, and I hope you can get something with beef for lunch tomorrow.

Sometimes there's a fine line between "Why am I awake?" and "Why was I born?"

Buffistas are making me tear up. Teppy, you ARE amazing, as is The Boy, and what a wonderful family you have. I'm so sorry you all have to lose someone you love so much.

Sometimes there's a fine line between "Why am I awake?" and "Why was I born?"

We love you, Ginger. That might be the answer to the second question, but is almost certainly not the answer to the first.

Seska, I am now pondering what box to pack your Mac&Cheese in. My current favorite is shoe box in which we have been keeping cat toys. Someone, who shall remain nameless, wrote on it "pussycat playthings" back when we first put the stash of cat toys in it. The next best option is an Amazon.com box, I think.

God damn, why am I awake and at work?

God damn, why am I awake and at work?

Morning brings out these existential questions. In my case, I woke up irretrievably before 6 and when I gave up and went to make coffee, I knocked a sugar container, which I should have put back in the cabinet, off the counter and it broke open.

These things wouldn't happen if a magic robot gave me my coffee while I was still safe in bed.

How are things going with the Boy's mother, Teppy? I know your support is a blessing for him. For one, you saved him from coming back from his mother to face a dog-shit debacle.