*deep breaths*

There times when things happen, and they aren't your things except when they are and then all you're left with is cold gnawing ball of worry that lives in your gut and makes your skin crawl.


I'm going to my parent's place for dinner and hopefully the world won't cave in while I'm gone. Woo.

It actually helps...

The deep breathing. As does dinner with my wacky parents who love me in spite of myself. Also, the curried chicken. That mama, she's amazing.

But dad talked all about his schooling (he's got 21 units of 4.0. Hee.) and then mama talked about how she's worried about grandma (who's getting really thin, and that worries both my dad and myself too). We all cried when I first got there though. Duncan always used to wait by the front door, and tonight... tonight he wasn't there. It was hard on all of us.

The poodles are still doing excellently, though they miss Duncan, and it was good to get lots of hugs. I really just need to go out and visit my folks more often.