Off to watch my father die, probably.

My dad's taken a bad turn. The cancer that they successfully burned out of this throat has apparently taken up residence in his lungs, along with pneumonia and a staph infection. He's left instructions that he's not to be resuscitated, and I dunno if he's strong enough to go home for hospice care.

When I thought (six hours ago) that he was likely to recover, I planned to mosey out to Idaho in a few weeks, to spell my mother again during his ongoing treatment. But I got another phone call telling me basically that if I wanted a chance to see him again, I better hurry out there ...so Rachal and I are leaving tomorrow, with tentative plans to return a week from Monday.

More as the situation develops, but my next post will probably be a Plaque.