I talked to my father's wife today. She's going away for a week's break with her family, but my father is doing very poorly and may die any time. I'm the person they'll call if it happens between now and the 9th.

I wanted E to have a fun time today, so I took her to Egan's Drive-In for dinner, then to DQ. DQ sucks -- I haven't been there for years and now I know why. I don't particularly like ice cream, but I especially don't particularly like soft ice cream. After I dropped her off I started crying -- I was always very close to my father, so it's a difficult time for me.

Spent most of the day working on the website for She-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless-In-My-Blog.

Yesterday had to go over and fix E's computer, which has had the pitter-patter of little setting-altering feet all through it. Got it online, etc., but I think I should totally re-do it sometime when it's cool. I got very hot -- her apt was oven-ish. I'd been calling her during the day to see if it was cooling down enough for me to come over; it never did, and E said I would have a hard time as "It's even hard on me." It's unfortunate that E's best friend has a restraining order again the man upstairs. They went swimming one day, but G can't really visit again, or anyway not much.