Was that anyone I know?

Yeah, so... if the girl in the red cloak that was sitting next to my father in the restaurant tonight WAS otherkin, and WAS someone I should have recognized on sight, like I think she might have been, and she happens to read this... feel free to thwap me for not recognizing you and actually saying hi.

Like Drops of Rain...

A police officer just came to our door, telling us that Newcomb Hospital had been trying to reach us. I had been online, and then talking with Dusk. My father had, in his normal fashion, been tying up not one but two phone lines, talking with my mother on the fax machine's telephone while being on the internet with the main phone line, completely cutting off any ability for phone calls to get through despite the fact of having specifically given the second phone number to them as a way of preventing that eventuality if the line I was using was tied up.

The news they were trying to get to us was this: my grandmother has passed away. I was right, I'm not really feeling anything about it other than a general sense of relief that it doesn't mean another day spent sitting in the hospital with her unresponsive body waiting for it to happen. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm alright, and doesn't believe me when I tell them I am... my mother, who refused to live under the same roof as my grandmother due to issues between them from years past when my grandmother was more or less normal, was actually crying on the phone when we called her to let her know and seemed incredulous that I'm taking it so matter-of-factly.

Tomorrow we start tending to the legal niceties and burial arrangements... I can already tell that's going to be more complicated than it needs to be, and that my father's inept handling of it is quite likely to only make it more so. I think I'm very much going to need my rest for this.

Goodnight, all.