Word from the Great White North

My parents didn't call last night, which had me a little worried. I tried calling repeatedly but got nothing but a busy signal with each try, leaving me unable to even leave a message begging for a status update (since they don't believe in voice mail, which frustrates me no end when my father is online). I gave up at around 11:00 PM last night, figuring that if I couldn't get through they'd call me when they had the chance. Well, the call finally came while I was out at lunch today. My mother called my cell and passed the word -- the visit has been entirely called off. My grandpa's condition doesn't seem to be getting worse but, on the flip side, it doesn't seem to be getting noticably better either.

This news has some good and bad aspects to it. On the bad side, I don't get to see my family. On the good side, I don't have to feel guilty about being at work tomorrow for four to six hours.

All of this only serves to strengthen my resolve to have a major holiday (Thanksgiving or Christmas) with my family this year. Hell, I've got three weeks of vacation still on the clock...

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