Man, am I tired.

Woke this morning with the baby. Breakfasted, she and me took a shower, snuggled a while and then I dumped her at Casey’s friend’s house.

Stopped by the hospice to see Joe and he was out of it. His Dad says they’ve upped his drugs again so there’s likely no chance he’ll be awake/aware again. Asked his Dad to let Joe know I stopped by if he does.

Then over to Draco Vista, where we ladies gathered to decide on the OhMiBod contest winners and commiserate. Met Mighty Mur and we all recorded Wingin’ It. Everyone’s kind of down. It’s the last one for a while until the whole Joe thing is over and everyone is ready to get back into it. They’ve created a Joe Murphy Memorial Fund if you want to donate and haven’t done so yet.

I got talked into going with the gang to dinner (not too much arm twisting) to some sushi place. Where of course, I had a hamburger. snowcalla, you’d be so proud of me, I did try a couple bites of something I couldn’t pronounce. It was gross³, but I did try. Then back to Michael’s for more music and head-shaving and memories of Joe time.

I drove through the parking lots of a couple of pool halls on the way home, just in case I’d get a chance to spy on the old man. NO such luck, he’d left a note here at home that he’d gone someplace in Snottsdale tonight instead of the usual places. I just want some kind of proof or facts or final decision fodder or something.

G’night.