I had to go home for a minute before heading back to the hospital, but Robin didn’t run away and that’s good.

I had to go home for a minute before heading back to the hospital, but Robin didn’t run away and that’s good.

When I woke up this morning I knew it was going to be a tough day. I didn’t think the catholic kid I used to be long ago would see the last rites performed for the first time ever.
What a massively suck day today has been.
Things at the hospital are starting to move faster and faster and we still really don’t know anything. It’s all somehow scary and sad at the same time. I don’t know what to do or feel or anything. I’m glad that I’m here though. Dad and Lisa and John will be here soon, but we still don’t have any actual facts.
I’m at the hospital with my mother. Every time I see her like this it’s terrible and every time is worse than the time before.
I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.
I visited my father today. We had a conference call with my brother. It was a difficult talk but it was necessary and we’re all on the same page… even though it’s an awful page to be on. I’ll talk about it someday, but not quite yet.
I’m home for a quick lunch and then heading to the hospital to see my mother.
I took two pictures at this spot on the Spicket. The other has already been posted and is WAY better.
It has been a week since my latest order arrived at the film lab. Here’s hoping I start seeing scans today. Fingers crossed.
There are going to be some difficult conversations later today. At least Miss Robin kicked the day off on a positive note.

It’s been a while since I posted a pic of the Custom House in Boston. Do you think The Last of Us will have a scene there? It’s probably full of Clickers, right?
I have done zero prep for the start of the RPM Challenge next week. Well… I moved a second amp into my office/music nook. There’s that, at least. Baby steps.