Sigh. Stepdad back in hospital again. This time it's severe hyponatremia (sodium deficiency). Could very easily be heart stuff, could also be medication side effects.

It's my mom's birthday, too. God damn it. Larry's not at death's door or anything as far as I know, but mom does sound genuinely concerned this time-- and so damn tired.

And I have a bad feeling about this one. Granted, I've ALWAYS got a bad feeling when one of my family members is sick-- or missing for more than 20 minutes, or slightly unhappy.

But I've seen a lot of old folks in my life start the final stretch this way, with one little "oh, I'm sure it'll be fine" issue that just cascades and they're never healthy-- or sometimes even out of the hospital-- ever again.

I mean, I've mourned Larry like... four, five times now? He may end up making it to 90. But between the colon cancer (gone, apparently, thankfully), the COPD, and this, he's definitely out of warranty.

Welp. Hurricane season is almost over and I'm about due for another tragic disruption of my life. Just please make at through Xmas at the very least, dude. Love you, you old Hank-Hill-talkin' goober. I really wish I'd stopped smoking BTW>