I think Dylan's in a bit of shell shock right now; he went upstate last weekend to see a Dave Matthews Band concert with his family, and while he was away, his stepfather's brother died. He's been dealing with that, got back last night, and now I'm laying all this apartment security/maintenance crap on him before I vanish tomorrow morning.
In the immortal words of BK, pray for Rosemary's baby.
The laundry is in, I've brought work back from the office, and now I have to pack. My dad is going through more surgery in the morning to look for the source of this latest hemorrhage. I think I'm going at exactly the right time.
Thank you all for your kindness and generosity. Keep those vibes coming. The older I get, the more I fear flying.