Oh, good.

Oh, good. We just found out that someone else who had been close with my parents, esp my father, died in June after a long, terrible illness (we did know about the illness, which had much to do with the lack of contact). I'm quite sure my mother will be bothered by this, likely out of objective proportion. I don't know how my dad feels, and I'm not asking; he's not been feeling supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Reason # X in a series Y of why I should be super-motivated to get my life in order so I can get out of here. I'd probably handle this better if I was a Fatalist, or a Nihilist, or a Buddhist, or something.