The best part is that the bus ride is 20 hours involving 4 rest stops and 3 transfers. I just can't stop smiling.

And his clothes are in a plastic garbage bag. I did tell him that he should have his brother stop at a Walmart and grab a cheap duffle bag.

Where's the "like" button?

Laura, that's awesome. Keeping my fingers crossed that the job and lib on arrangements work out for him.

Is there something vague about the sentence, "We are not accepting donations at this time" that I am somehow missing?

I'd interpret that to mean that at the present time donations are not being accepted. I'm pretty literal that way.

Me too. But I keep getting, "so can I leave them outside the door?" I'm betting some people will anyway.

OK, and in the "it's too soon" column, just looked up a way to donate knitted hats to the cancer center and triggered a panic attack just looking at the pictures of cancer patients and reading the terminology. Off to read more Avengers fic to get my brain out of that loop.

I'm sorry, Connie. If you need one of us to do that type of research for you, just ask. I'd be happy to do it when I'm home.

I just wanted a simple way to make a hat or two a month and drop it off, but all the organized methods for this have all that uplifting, supportive, "they're so brave" stuff that makes me think unhelpfully of ammunition.

(and I just got teh death certificates last night and I have to talk to Social Security tomorrow, fuckcakes. And will probably have to deal with probate stuff so I can sell his cars.)

Simple options in Provo or Orem, Utah, would be nice. Maybe I should make hats for newborns, they're less stressful. But the hats I saw in the baskets for the cancer patients were mostly ugly and rough. They deserve nice, soft, snuggly hats.

I want ice cream, but I don't want to have to go out and get it.

Sending you much love, Connie.