Quite honestly, I really don't feel like I have much to say.
We went to our favorite pizza place on the west side of town.
On Saturday we're going to the West Side Market.
On Sunday, Lindsay is leaving for Nags Head. She'll be back Wednesday night.
My grandmother seems to be fading. The hospice nurse came today and said "she is slipping." What that means, I can only guess. My mom is in town, effectively until my grandmother passes, and today said "my feeling is that she is weakening kind of quickly, and wants to just let go."
Selfishly, I want her to hold on, but ultimately, if she feels she's ready to go, who am I to ask her to stay. It sucks.