My grandmother made it through the night, though I had nightmares all night about her death and fighting with my mom — yelling, screaming matches with her. It’s a recurring theme in my nightmares but it’s just not a good time for them to crop up. I was up at 7:15 this morning and out the door by 8. On the way, my mom said that my grandmother was dying so I skipped getting the rental car and went straight there, only to find my grandmother in the same state as when I left her.
SO, I stayed, relaxed, held her hand, and eventually napped.
Sam showed up with her mom awhile later and I got my rental car, picked up Daryl, and we had lunch. I gave Daryl our old Blu-Ray player, so she should enjoy that, I”m sure.
I then spent more time with my grandmother and decided to head back to Carol’s to get my laptop — only to find a fucking parking ticket. My first parking ticket, and it alleges that I was parked in front of someone’s driveway, which, I don’t fucking know. I thought I was clear of driveways, but apparently not. I understand the parking authority there are a bunch of assholes, anyway, and it shouldn’t really be much of a surprise.
Fuckers.
Anyway, I have a couple stops to make, but then I’m headed back to see my grandmother and I’ll at least be able to work on a couple comics in the meantime. The Red Surge is surging ahead of me and there’s a lot of inking that I need to catch up on. At least I don’t have the distractions of children here, and I can sit and work quietly when I need to.
My grandmother’s oxygen is down to 77%, which is really fucking bad — 20% lower than it should be. We’ll see how the rest of the day goes.