Update

First things first, Pluto has been demoted to dwarf planet status, which is crap. But here, read Dylan Meconis' poem on the subject, which is the opposite of crap.


Secondly, and I'll admit, more important, my grandpa is in the hospital being treated for many things, the most recognizable of which is aspiration pnuemonia. (Inhaled some food into his lung, see. Second time in six months. But I digress.) I was staying with him this evening while Nancy went to her grief support group, and he was having MAJOR problems with moving, as well as noticeable problems with mixing up words. Anyway, when Nancy got home, he had slumped over and was dozing, and when she woke him up, he couldn't move or sit up or understand HOW to, so she called Carle and they told her to call and ambulance, and now he's there. 102 fever, reeeeeally low blood pressure, 54% kidney function, and triple the fluid in his lungs from yesterday's X-Ray. Nothing life-threatening on its own, especially not with everyone watching over him, but the combination is pretty yucky to deal with when you're the sick one. He'll be okay.

I picked Nancy up at the hospital about 12:15 and we went to Perkins for pancakes and coffee. And now I'm home.

So.

Nancy gets a night off, and I get to go to sleep now, right? Good.


Oh, and we've adopted kittens. That's right, kittens.

G'night!