I have recently found out that my grandfather was doing better, and had even improved immensely when POW, he suddenly couldn’t talk any more. They figured out it was a Urinary Tract Infection and now he seems to have meningitis (not sure which strain). *eep* This just sucks.
The good news is that my mom will be home by Wednesday. My dad has been alone since April 1st (her flight left in the early morning) with the cat. I hope the two of them have bonded. He’s been enjoying his rowing and coaching. He even made a comment in the BRC newsletter comparing learning to row to Dungeons and Dragons. All about ogres and demons and nasty things you come across. My dad. . . he never ceases to amaze me.
Now back to homework and such. I have to get a lot done by next Friday. Grant and I are going up to Edinburgh where we have planned out our two big things. One costs money (the castle) the other does not (Arthur’s Seat). There is always the whole food and exploring bit as well. I hope we have a great time.