My grandfather is in the hospital with kidney and liver failure, and he most likely had a heart attack this morning. I held his hand for awhile. There wasn’t much else to do. He’s 94. My mind is slow and dull now, and I sit here thinking insignificant thoughts while he’s in the hospital hooked up to machines, unable to sleep.

As you see, I’ve changed the blog. Things are still a bit broken and unfinished. I feel guilty for doing these stupid, mundane things – guilty for having wasted so much of my free time doing stupid things. And so it goes. I’m tired, and sad.