forestcats and I finalize our schedule for August, we couldn't set a date for the next game. Today is my birthday. I'm not in the mood for much in the way of celebrating, as I've been ruminating over the loss of my father from several years back. A friend has just been stricken by the same issue, and I feel deeply for him; it's got me thinking back to my period of mourning, too. I wish him well...I offered to hear him out whenever he feels like talking.
I took a look at the roster of my housecall patients; it's been a rough year, though these are all very ill people, but the number is slashed in half with many recent deaths, and then half again as many of them have been admitted to nursing homes when they became too ill to remain home. Very sad.
Ose. Ose. And morose.
Humph.
I don't have much in the way of plans for today. I watch in bemused fascination as the posts accumulate from San Diego Comic Con; I'm glad to see people having a good time or furthering their careers.
And I'm out of here...