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Hey, Amanda.

I can't believe it's Thursday already! ...

W and I had a good time, of course. It was nice to spend time together, but by the time I getting ready to leave I could tell he was at the end of that window of time in which he could relax and not think about what else is going on. I left, he went back to reality and to visit his mom, and wouldn't you know...she is not going to make it those two months they said she had left. She told him she couldn't fight it anymore; she's ready to go. His brother flew out from California on Tuesday and lots of people are stopping in to visit; now they are pretty much sitting vigil, waiting for her die. W said he's numb. I can only imagine.

Meanwhile my uncle is not doing well--more mentally now that anything, although they did have to do some surgery yesterday to remove fluid from his lungs. He was supposed to go to rehab at the beginning of the week but he spiked another fever. My father said he can tell he doesn't want to help himself...not necessarily that he'd rather be dead, but that he wants out of the hospital and to be home--skipping rehab and healing along the way. Crazy. Makes me want to write a living will....

Fortunately there's sunshine amid the doom and gloom. D arrives Saturday and I'm not guest ready yet, but I know I'll get there. I have been tackling projects here and there and now I'm pretty much down to heavy duty housecleaning. Which I'll do tomorrow I suppose, since after going to the gym I sat by the pool while I did laundry and I'm just about to get ready to go out for dinner with C.

Sorry to hear you're struggling a little...If we don't get a chance to talk tomorrow, I hope your visit with your parents goes well.

Love you,
Barb