On Rochester, Minnesota

Ok, so Rochester, MN is a sleepy little town with residents who have funny accents and say "Ya know" awkwardly. It also is home to a giant medical clinic and a TINY LITTLE SPECK of an "international" airport. But that stupid little airport does have one thing going for it: free wireless internet. Score. I can read Dear Abby while waiting for my flight back down to the civilized world. Am beginning to wonder if am like one of those Manhattanites who never leave the city---and when they do, they feel as if they have left all of civilization behind. God, I miss the city. And Bil. It's been an interesting time -- my grandfather (who all of the grandkids affectiontely call "Dandy") has been going through a battery of tests, and we're hoping tomorrow's Dr. appointment my shed some light on why he's been getting so dizzy. It's tough. He's old and stubborn and not very detail oriented--we've had to coerce him into giving the doctors all of the information about his symptoms. I really hope they can shed some light on this whole thing -- he's lost a lot of weight and he looks really frail. It makes me really sad. Please, two readers, send some good thoughts his way. I don't pray (I do stalk prey...) but I do send happy thoughts. Maybe it's the same thing, but it doesn't hurt my conscience this way. Gonna go read some sage advice from a sage advisor... mmmmhm....

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