Leaving tomorrow

I feel a sense of unreality as my Dad's continues to weaken... the hospital bed brought in for him and the 24-hr. care. It's all very difficult for me to wrap my head around. My Dad's always been so youthful and strong, but then cancer is a mighty foe.

I took the afternoon off work to get some things together (including myself) for the trip. I don't know how long I'm staying, but I am assuming it will be at least two weeks... it's been cool here in Seattle, but Chicago in August of course will be hot. Bringing work stuff, workout stuff, reading stuff, knitting stuff. I went up to the knit shop earlier to ball up enough yarn to finish my sweater. The shop was holding some type of knitting day camp session outside in the back, and the little girls were fascinated by the swift and turning the hanks into balls. The group came in to watch... so cute.

OK, now I need to get off my duff, do some laundry and get organized.