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My granddad has been in the hospital since last Sunday. No one told me. This makes me sad. He's getting better, but there was an operation and everything. My Dad has been run ragged trying to keep everything together. If he'd called, I could have helped, even with the housesitting thing and all. But he didn't want to worry me, he says. He also forgot my birthday, but I don't blame him about that. Things have been crazy all week. So today I helped him pot plants, and haul stuff around down at the store. Then we went out to eat. It was fun, although he was guilty because he forgot, so I spent a fair amount of time reassuring him.

Last day of housesitting. I'm glad. I'm exhausted. I don't sleep well in other people's beds, especially with a nocturnally-active Siamese wandering around talking to the ghosts at odd hours of the night. But so cute! But it'll be nice to be able to talk to friends, be in my own home, and relax again. Good thing I took Monday off. I can use it to get some sleep and do chores.