three weeks

C went to rehab number 8 yesterday. This one is far enough away that we won't be required to visit her and for that I couldn't be more grateful. I've lost my sense of give-a-shit where it comes to her and what she decides to do with whatever is left of her life. If I wasn't beholden to her daughter I would have nothing more to do with her.

I'm on vacation now! In more ways than one. And after I turn in tomorrow's paper I'll be done until I go to Calgary. I wish I didn't have to go. Three weeks away from Shawn and the puppies and my own bed is way too long. But since there's no choice I'm going to do it and survive it.

I think it's bedtime now. I'm getting so old.




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