thursday something
I got up late. I left my breakfast at home. Still no "uncle" news. I just got news from my uncle about my grandmother, along with photos, which I need to post. For being a 94 year old on chemo and with a fractured vertebrae, she looks damn good. There's a photo with four generations which really is nice... my grandmother, uncle, cousin, and my newest cousin once removed, Zora.
Here's one of Gram:
And one of Gram, Bill, Sue, and Zora:
Sue says this is probably the last time she will see Gram. I really hope not. I mean, I'm a horrible grandson, not visiting the grandmother who lives an hour away. My cousins are just as geographically close to this grandmother who lives so close to them, but yet they don't go.
I'm in a mood. Yes. Deal with it.
The Fighting Styles of Rumsfeld is the funniest thing I've read this morning.