My grandfather has a plastic tube draped around his face, tucked under his nose.  He carries around a shoulder bag with a metal tank full of oxygen in it.  He had a heart attack that took away his legs for a couple of days, that led him to to his girlfriend that he was going to die. 

But he got better. 

Going to see him was strange.  We went to a buffet restaurant and sat and talked.  He took us to his mobile home and we chatted for a while.  He met my brother's girlfriend for the first time.  We got together for some breakfast the next morning.  His health isn't good.  No one was saying it, but everyone was thinking that this might be the last time we see him. 

My mom is holding up.  She's worried, scared.  She loves her father and she sees him diminished and she's trying.  We sat outside for a minute and smoked cigarettes and talked.  She seems to be getting ready for it, but she knows that you can't ever be ready. 

...make LJ Valentine's day themed?  I'm not really in the mood for this particular hallmark holiday, even with Warren Ellis renaming it into Horny Werewolf Day. 

Word of warning: do not talk to me about love, relationships, romance and other such things today.  I'll hear about it enough as noise polution. 

I woke up this morning and watched a couple of minutes of TV before heading off to work. 

I hopped into the car and remarked to myself how cold it was in there.  I thought that perhaps I had left one of the windows open a little from the previous night.  I turned around and examined the windows and saw that one of them was completely broken in.  And the christmas presents that my parents had gotten me were no longer in my car. 

I'm really tired.