a note

Dear My Brother,

I don't care what sort of hours you know I keep. We have an aging grandfather, you and I, who is so frail he couldn't come to your wedding. This being the case, do you think it's the best idea to call me in the middle of the night just to ask me about furniture?

I'll measure the couch and get back to you. I love you.

Anxiously,
Your Sister.

dear world:

no, seriously. give it a rest, will you?

my grandmother has been diagnosed with congestive heart failure. she's in the hospital for monitoring, and the doc says there's a medication that will strengthen her heart and make her feel better. there's no damage, so there's been no heart attack. (hey, take the good news where you can get it, eh?)