Visited
Dad this afternoon. He's back in bed, still on O2 but now has sores
behind his ears from the tubes. He was mostly unresponsive and wouldn't
open his eyes, though he would cough up phlegm ok. Mouth wide open and
gasping, though the O2 is going in his nose, don't know how effective
that is. This looks bad. I brushed his hair and sat him up, for what
it's worth.
Also got news last night a former colleague/supervisor from my MICA days that I respected well has cancer-- for the 3rd time in her life. This time it's serious. Not close to her, haven't kept in touch much, but she does live nearby. Feel both drained and helpless and a little like I'm intruding in offering to help.
Gave up putting Linux on the iMac DV. Half the Linuces I try won't even complete the installation, the other half X fails to load, but there's a CLI. Boxed it back up. I give up.
I'm on vacation but work keeps assigning me tickets, some with urgent tags.
These, and other things.
I give up.
Also got news last night a former colleague/supervisor from my MICA days that I respected well has cancer-- for the 3rd time in her life. This time it's serious. Not close to her, haven't kept in touch much, but she does live nearby. Feel both drained and helpless and a little like I'm intruding in offering to help.
Gave up putting Linux on the iMac DV. Half the Linuces I try won't even complete the installation, the other half X fails to load, but there's a CLI. Boxed it back up. I give up.
I'm on vacation but work keeps assigning me tickets, some with urgent tags.
These, and other things.
I give up.
