Dad left for Montana this morning. He’s made it to Pasco where his nephew will take him the rest of the way to the family farm. It was really hard for me to have him drive that far on his own. His muscle memory is great, and this drive is muscle memory for him, but I worry. I don’t trust others around him to be safe, or patient, and it kills me.

On the other hand, I haven’t had any long term time alone in I don’t know how fucking long and I needed it. Today was silent. I played BRMC for a little bit, but yeah, it’s really fucking quiet. I have a list of shit that I want to get done around the house while he’s gone and I made a serious dent in it. That felt great. I still don’t move as much or as fast as I did before my foot operation, but I’ll gain strength the more I walk.

One of the things that I have to do, and have been dreading, is going through the family photos. I really don’t want to, I am just dragging my feet. But, I wanted to do it while I had the place to myself and so, it’s now or never. Meh.

I thought I had a lot more to say. I guess I don’t. Also, I wish I had a pet skunk.