hittin' the road

I had a lovely time with Ms. Laura last night. We talked about kids and jobs and ex-husbands and everything except our uteruses. She even bought dinner. Hmm - sure hope she doesn't expect me to put out now.

Then I got up this morning to find the screen knocked out of my kitchen window and Charlie, the escape artist cat, missing.

And just now I got a phone call from my stepmother that they've changed my dad's status from "a few months" to "nothing we can do" and "it's a matter of time." The hospice folks are going to visit them later today to give them more info and do the, er, hospice thing.

I'm packing my crap in over here and heading home for the day. I'm going to pack some crap, hope my cat came back home (I locked Louie in my room and left the escape hatch open - that strategy worked last time Houdini, er, Charlie escaped) do some quick cleaning so my mom doesn't despair too badly that she raised a pig and then tomorrow morning I'm heading to Louisiana.

I'd already planned on going over Spring Break (3/11 - 3/18) but when I asked my stepmom if I needed to come down now, or if I could wait, she sounded pretty hesitant before she answered. And y'know what? Even if some miracle happens (Hi! Denial stage!) will I regret one extra visit with my dad? No.