Hmm.

My dad left Framingham three hours ago. Google says it should take two. Traffic? I hope so.

He had to cancel yesterday because his briefcase that he gate-checked in Detroit didn't show up in Boston. He finally got it a couple hours after arriving in Boston, so we moved dinner to tonight. I'm starting to get worried. Obviously.

Also, my shingles is fucking killing my head today. The pain is picking up where the itch is dropping off. But it's healing, and quickly, and I am SO grateful for that.

update

Dad showed up unscathed, of course. Dinner was good. The conversation was good as always, because we stay away from the things we don't agree on. It was great to see him. Too short. Always too short.