I'm past the half way mark. I just woke up from a nap in a panic. I figured I needed a drink. Made it to the kitchen. Realized I'm scared to have one....and I'm scared to drink more coffee...and I'm scared to eat too much and get sleepy. Then realized I'd been staring at the fridge for eight minutes.
I just got a voicemail from my dad. My grandfather was just taken off dialysis and is on a plane to Seattle. He's in my thoughts.