Grandpa news is mixed. He told Mom he has "under the skin" cancer. It's incurable (or inoperable, I forgot to write it down), but it goes into remission fairly easily. People can survive for up to 15 years with it. This is a far cry from when Grandma had cancer: back then it was a nasty word which you didn't mention in public; even more taboo than AIDS is today. Back then surviving for five years, as she did, was practically unheard of.
I'm glad things have come so far medically, and I hope that this round of cancer goes softly into that good night and leaves Grandpa here. He'll be getting chemo every third Monday starting on the 5th; this means that he'll be getting it on Monday of the week we'd planned our transplanted Christmas Eve. I guess we'll have to wait a few weeks and see how much it effects him and for how long.
When Andy was at Siggraph I gave him my journal info in case he wanted to keep up. I didn't realize he was still reading it now that he's home and stuck with me all the time. Anyway, he does, and after reading it last night he did some checking around and found some good airfares to Rome. Hopefully I'll be able to go the weekend of the 16th or 23rd, since Grandpa had some inescapable guests the weekend of the 9th.
My "little" sister (she's three years younger and an inch or two taller than I am) is moving out of Mom's place this weekend. She'd been unhappy with her current job so asked for a transfer to a different manager^H branch, and is now going to be in Syracuse. Her significant other is there, so hopefully they'll get to see each other more often. Dave is an EMT who works full-time and volunteers the rest, so she didn't see him as often as she would have liked to.
I decided last night not to mention my walk if it was routine, so of course tonight it wasn't. On my fourth time around a kitty came out and started meowing forlornly until I stopped and petted him. He kept trying to lead me somewhere, but stopping before any doors which I might have been able to knock on. I read his tag, which had his name (Cornelius) and a phone number. I went back home, phoned the number on the tag, left a message on the machine, and resumed my walk despite a strong temptation to stop early. He was nowhere to be seen the next time I reached the area, so hopefully his mommy or daddy found him.