My dad is on his way to the hospital now to do all the preliminary stuff one has to do before they do heart surgery. The Butcher is calling the Red-headed Kid to see if he can come over and check on the cats. I talked to the recalcitrant brother and he’s not coming, though, he clearly feels fucked up about it. What can you do, though? I’ve got money to get me and the Butcher to Illinois. I don’t have money to get him up there, too, and he doesn’t have it and so that’s that.
Yet another reason it sucks to be poor.
Then I’m going to go back up there after he gets out of the hospital and stay with him for a week, so my mom can keep working and someone can be there with him.
Okay, well, that’s all I know.