Stepbrother definitely has brain and lung cancer. Not sure which spread to which. They're gonna start chemo ASAP and see what they can do for him. Everyone at home seems to be holding up OK under the circumstances, so I'm OK. I'm so fucking stoic about loss at this point, I feel damn near invulnerable.

We set a formal date of 4/23 for the final move. We have plane tickets. It's stressful, we have a lot to do, but I'm still excited.

Also found out I'm about $500 in debt after Peg pays me back for the NOLA car rental, which is actually a big relief, 'cause I was braced to be much worse off. My expenses go down a bunch in NOLA, and once we're settled, I don't really expect to have much to district me besides work. Should be easy, even with Angela Brocato's bakery up the road. (You can only buy so much of something that's likely to kill you. =n_n;= )