sigh

i'm staying. i'm keeping my desert headache, my sweaty back, my drymouth, my growing gross beard (can't bring razor blades on an airplane!) my growin gross gut and all the other benefits of fine desert living.

but i can't leave yet. they unplugged grandma. she's on o2 but nothing else. no drugs (except painkillers if she appears to need them), no feeding tube. her days are numbered, but nobody knows how numbered.

without her heart medication and her blood thinning meds, the number must be pretty small.

my plane tickets were bought in order to attend my brother's graduation. it was just a coincidence that g-ma happened to have her terminal stroke as i was on the way. i didn't come down to enjoy myself. i'm not staying to enjoy myself, but because it's the right thing to do.

there's other stuff going on, too.

things are changing quickly. i have a chance (maybe) to do some good in the world. trying to do the right thing is never easy, but it's worth the effort.