From the howling wilderness

Posting from my mom's spyware-ridden, b0rken laptop. Steve just put Firebird on it and did what he could to blow away the obvious fuckage, but it's still demented. Better than nothing, though.

The drive yesterday was uneventful and unremarkable, aside from a beautiful sunset (which, alas, we were driving directly into; OH MY EYES). We got in about 6pm, and went straight to the hospital as that's conveniently during visiting hours.

Grandpa is much, much worse than a month ago. ( Depressing family stuff. )

I am singularly lacking in Christmas cheer.