Memphis-bound

My grandpa died Thursday morning. It was rather merciful: painless, quick, not entirely unexpected. So, I'm off to Memphis for the funeral. When I get home, I'll have one week to the day before I leave for a month to visit my pops and help him through the chemo rollercoaster. My cats aren't going to recognize me after the new year starts. Oh well. I'll feed them and they'll forgive me.