Aching.

There aren't exactly hordes of readers waiting on my next post, but it's gonna be a while before I can put my thoughts down on paper (metaphorically speaking). And when I say "a while," it could mean six hours, or six months. I'm just not sure.

Dad and I weren't Bestest Friends à la "Gilmore Girls" or anything. Nonetheless, I've found it difficult to get through today without thinking, "I should give Dad a call, he'd get a kick out of that" or "I wonder what Dad's up to?"